For Bread They Fish!

Three fishermen ye three fishermen, set off before the break of dawn, from banks of mire to the river aflow, pushing the boat with all their brawn, dipping the oars in the cool dark swell, guiding the path to the nets they’d cast, wonder what fruits this dawn will fetch, earn some bread or is … Continue reading For Bread They Fish!

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Out of the “Blue”

O’er the tranquil waters I float, abrupt a gentle wake, my mate passing by nudges me, from my dull slumber awake. Moored to the pier I watch envious, him off on a trip downstream, whither my oarsman he’s away so long, leaving me tethered to dream. Ripples of wind on the placid waters, lure me … Continue reading Out of the “Blue”