To be a fisherman. |
| The shale, the stow, the fore to be, thrust into a Bering Sea, the caste upon who cast away, the fishermen of yesterday, Legends live where fables die, in wreckage where the sea fare lie, father's sons who even now, fight waves against a beaten bow, Adventures of what ventures give, the sacrifice of life to live, with water's plunder, we bring to shore, to love and live to fish once more, |