Monday, April 27, 2009

a dab of poetry

4/26/09
“Fishermen”

The hours are long, 
Faces are drawn,
Backs feel broken,
We dread the dawn.
 
We’ve pulled our share,
It’s time to end,
Lest we dare 
Our spirits bend.

We’re headed back
On a homeward track,
Ready to face 
Tomorrow’s race.

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