It's 2 a.m.
on a misty morn,
I wake from my sleep
and find the coffee warm.
The sea is calm
as we steam to the east,
the net is ready
to engulf its feast.
The sun is rising
splendidly, for all to see,
it makes the heart light,
it sets the soul free.
"Let's set out!"
the captain bellows
and we start to trawl
as our minds begin to mellow.
Time to haul back
after a two-hour tow,
The net is full
and we've filled the hole.
The day is done
as we steam on home.
The work is hard
but it's our own.
This is the story
of a fisherman's day,
it may not be easy,
but, for me, it's the only way.
Sam "I Am" Nicastro
Gloucester
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