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FOWC With Fandango — Fisherman – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies

Beneath a sky of silver gray,
Where morning mist meets break of day,
A fisherman with calloused hands
Stands steadfast where the shoreline stands.

His boat, a cradle on the tide,
Knows every sigh the sea can hide.
The oars creak out a lullaby,
To gulls that circle in the sky.

He casts his net, both old and torn,
With hope renewed each early morn.
The sea may give, the sea may keep,
Its secrets buried fathoms deep.

Yet patient as the driftwood’s wear,
He waits with salt crust in his hair.
The tide, the wind—his only crew,
He sails where most men would not do.

For in that hush where water gleams,
He follows more than fish or dreams.
He seeks the peace few understand,
That grips the heart of fisherman.