I STARTED FISHING AS A SCHOOLBOY, LIKE MY FATHER AND HIS, BEFORE
ON A TWENTYFOUR FOOT, ONE MAST COBLE, WE USE TO FISH INSHORE
THE SEA IS IN MY BLOOD, SALTWATER FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS
WEATHER BEATEN SKIN LIKE LEATHER, WITH MULTICOLOURED STAINS
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Write comment. Very nice, Nigel. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks