The Fisherman
The Fisherman
Watching over our boats night and day
With his hands at the ships wheel
A statue of Faith for the fishermen of today
With eyes fixed like glistened steel
Many a seasons storms have passed by
Since he was dedicated on our shore
Through raging storms and sunlit skies
The Fisherman has done his chore
Our sands of time have taken its toll
From the great statue of our seas
Like the many stories of Noah often told
Our Fisherman sets the spirit within us free
The words that are etched below his feet
So true to the fishermen in many ways
When the sands of time are stilled we’ll meet
Those we have lost from the oceans grave
posted by Peter Todd @ 10:14 AM
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