The Fisherman - Poem by Jacob Courtney
Do you dream of being a fisherman. Do you
Dream of being able to cast out knowing
That even if you can catch one you have
Succeeded. I do dream of such things.
I see the net being cast out in hope that
One will take the risk and joyfully be swept
Up within the net. Those who swim away
From the net with hast and fear leaving
What they know fear the coming change.
They continue to swim in the water not
Knowing that it is a polluted and drying spring
That is destined for a horrid fate. These fish
Bask in the smut forever changing themselves
To accommodate the pollution around them.
While the fish caught within the net are
Pulled away from the dying spring. They
Are placed in a well that is tended to by a
Most gracious caretaker always providing
What is needed to groom these fish into
Fishers of men.
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