The temper of the sea controls his life
His relationship with it is just like a wife
It nurtures an soothes when it needs to be
Or angry an wild to descend on thee

Early he rises before the dawn
To confirm his fate before the morn
The stars are out,the wind is low
He's well prepared its time to go

He eases his boat into the black tea
The ripples reflect the calm of thee
The engines they start with accepted ease
His jacket on so not to freeze

His light bounces off beacons to see
His mind is set in the direction to be
He sets his dash to operation mode
An skippers his boat along the wet road

Using the channel as his watery path
The ocean an swells he meets at last
Splinters of orange pierce the sky
For beyond the horizon the sun does lie

He charts his coarse to hunting ground
As the sun emerges from its worldly round
A smile appears on his face
This is the wife that wears the lace

He spends all day chasing his catch
The ultimate aim to fill his hatch
The suns intensity always rising
Utmost respect is not surprising

Tides they move an winds they change
All apart of the fishermans game
Its time to head in an prepare his catch
Ready himself for the next batch

Although his journey is mostly the same
His love for the ocean is no pain
The individual beauty that he sees everyday
Illuminates his life in every possible way