Fishing Village
by Myke
For out on a distance toils the men,
Pulling the nets each day.
They venture beyond sight as day begins,
Nothing but sea in their way.
They commune their thoughts,
They share their dreams,
They feel each others pain.
And seagulls mark their wake,
Cascading closer they come.
Marking the boats take,
Hoping that they share in some.
And they commune their thoughts,
And share their dreams,
And feel each others pain.
On the shore the women wait,
For men and boats to come home.
They hope all are safe,
And they'll not go home alone.
And they commune their thoughts,
And share their dreams,
And feel each others pain.
Everyday is the same,
Of the men, the birds, and women.
A labor of love and need,
Of lives among them.
Communing their thoughts,
Sharing their dreams,
And feeling their pain.
The village sleeps for now,
Rest sorely needed.
By light they'll arise,
And their task will be heeded.
They'll commune again,
They'll share again,
And agian feel each others pain.
For the village lives to be,
An interwoven community.
A place knowing each,
And each knowing,
Their thoughts,
Their dreams,
And their pain.
