On An April Evening In The Fall

With folded wings the fishing gannets plunge into the sea And the nuggety old man with fishing rod was waiting patiently For a fish to bite as the incoming waves splashed quite close to his feet And each new wave it came surging in as each old wave did retreat. Have you been catching many fish today? of the fisherman I inquired Not been doing too well today mate the old fellow replied I've yet to catch a fish today, sometimes in the rising tide From cover they don't venture out between the rocks they hide. I'll stay another hour he said at least until twilight The wife would like a good sized fish to cook for tea tonight Still I don't like my chances much it's a quarter after four I'll stay till a quarter after five and not one second more The silver gulls cry on the beach the angry ocean roar The gannets fishing on the bay, the old man from the shore And people walking on the beach before their evening tea On a sunny evening in April in the Fall by the Pacific sea.