At first cock-crow
he is up, ready for the day's work
His hook, line and sinker
are perfectly straddled in his keep
as he walks to his ever-ready boat

Prayers in mouth and mind
he makes a plea with mother nature
the providence and the sea lord
that they may grant him
food for his table and money for his pocket

Only when his basket is filled
can he be greeted with a smile
Only when his hook constantly bring the prey up
can he avoid this looming doom

I say a prayer for the fishermen and their hooks
may their basket be filled for their homecoming...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.