The Lobstermen
By TractorMan
In a small cozy harborOn the coast of MaineDown the pier they walkThrough a light misty rainFishermen greeting one anotherWearing rubber boats and coatsEach looking forwardTo the day in their lobster boatsWith the turning of a switchAnd an expectation of the mostOne by one they leaveAnd travel the rocky coastOut on the ocean blueAnd not looking backMile after mileChecking all their trapsLooking for crabs and lobstersTo take back to landAnd bring them to marketTo receive cash in handIt’s not an easy lifeWorking the sea day after dayThe ocean can get angry and roughWith high and choppy wavesBut when they all put in at nightSurrounded by family loveThey cherish greatly their time togetherAnd give thanks to God above Written September 25th, 2001 © on Sep 25 2001 03:53 AM PST 0 • 10
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"In a small cozy harborOn the coast of MaineDown the pier they walkThrough a light misty rainFishermen greeting one anotherWearing rubber boats and coatsEach looking forwardTo the day in their lobster boatsWith the turning of a switchAnd an expectation of the mostOne by one they leaveAnd travel the rocky coastOut on the ocean blueAnd not looking backMile after mileChecking all their trapsLooking for crabs and lobstersTo take back to landAnd bring them to marketTo receive cash in handIt’s not an easy lifeWorking the sea day after dayThe ocean can get angry and roughWith high and choppy wavesBut when they all put in at nightSurrounded by family loveThey cherish greatly their time togetherAnd give thanks to God above..."