Theirs`s were small fishing vessels with painted eyes on
the bow, the eyes of cunning
The men went out early to catch the biggest fish with
hooks and line and at what landlubbers called dawn
they were back with the seas harvest
Best price, their predawn caught of fresh fish.
Sometimes the catch was small yet enough to set food
on the table for the children and a few glasses of wine
for the fisherman and provider
Trawlers with big nets came this is business of today
and never mind tomorrow.
†A sustainable tradition had come to an end
†the new master didnít think of the future today
the morrow can take care of itself.
Not many fishermen`s left in the bay they are mostly
old and their catch is enough for dinner of the day
keeping the ghost of hunger at bay