Sea Fishing Off The Jetty

Out on the jetty, men froze - All in the game of casting rods Midnight laughed, chose another Wave to throw upon the mortals So they turned up the Tilley lamp - Warmed up hope and gave comfort The blue-black clouds, overweight With snow and gloom, dumped their icy guts Gales ripped, night ghouls howled, and Banshees wailed from stinging snow But Man's WWII tenacity stood up hard In granite block - Man must show manliness, Beat the wretchedness of Nature's raw power, Take home the catch - the worthy catch - Raison d'être; tell His women of the perils endured The essence of sea fishing purred. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 sea sea sea sea sea sea sea sea sea; sea; sea; sea; sea; sea; sea sea sea - sea sea - sea sea - sea sea - sea sea sea sea sea sea sea sea sea; sea; sea; sea; sea; sea; sea - sea sea - sea sea - sea sea - sea sea