Tales of the Fisherfolk
Under the toiling heat we waited
As the nets cast out into the great sea
So calm it seemed this day to me
With lofty thoughts of what will be.
Come hell or high waters the leadman harks
to call the fisherfolk into the sea
And with all strength, we pull the cords
And take hold of the reins to feign fishes that flee.
And with all strength, we pulled and we heaved
Under sweltering heat and rough sand
Our thoughts upon the catch so grand
To bring bounty to the hungry man.
At the end of the ropes so long it appeared
Anticipating what looked to be naught
Teeming on the other end of the line–God’s bounty appears!
Flittering and dancing under the glittering sun.
At last we fill up buckets to brim
And share and share what we folks catch.
The day is done again at last,
And we await for a new day to hatch.