When The Fishermen Are Gone Poem by Richard Provencher
When The Fishermen Are Gone
A wooden hull
bumps gently
against the dock
Slap of water
along the
shore
Skim of glass upon
the lake
Distant hills outline the sky
And in the cottage
mom and dad
are resting
Children no longer here
Now grown into
careers and faraway places
They remember the boat.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: family
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Nova Scotia has been occupied by fishermen for centuries. However since the fishing industry collapsed twenty years ago, many young people go away for professional opportunities after university graduation. This poem blends the past, present and a hint of the future.
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