Kevin Taylor, The Fishers' Sea</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=76.htm>Kevin Taylor</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Fishers' Sea</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Shhhh...<br>-I-<br>The morning woke with village lights<br>As yet the dawn was still to be<br>With oar on gunwale sounding roll<br>The village fishers flocked to sea<br>And as the sun stretched from the night<br>As village folk meet every day<br>The women and the elders worked<br>Between their chores the children played<br>Within the branches of an elm<br>Whose rigging - child and fairy realms<br>There sortied fleets of castle-ships<br>With pirate-kings at every helm<br>Their bravest took the highest perch<br>First mate to all that sailed below<br>There, looking out, his eyes grew wide<br>Ahoy! he cried, The sea! A boat!<br>The women gathered young ones near<br>The elders looked to echo's way<br>There, in the sunlight on the sea<br>Beyond the fairy elm, she lay<br>-II-<br>The ship was golden. Rigging, foreign<br>Ensign of an opal hue<br>That split the sun and splashed her rays<br>Across a shifting sea of blue<br>Yet not one soul was seen upon her<br>Not one soul did venture there<br>The village held it's breath in beauty<br>Not a whisper creased the air Morning sun had waned to crescent<br>Stars were waxed to guide the way<br>Still the ship swam still and silent<br>Still the village morning lay<br>-III-<br>And as the sun drew from its sliver<br>Silver skirted seas of slate<br>That day that God had twice divided<br>Saw her shadowed sun too late<br>Over water - wind and fury<br>Anchored under sky of stone<br>The village held its breath in fear<br>The sea might wash their fishers home<br>Lightning flashed across the heavens<br>Thunder sounded ever near<br>The women and the children searched for<br>Prayers Almighty God might hear<br>Yet never was there ever answer<br>From that foreign flag unfurled<br>Undefended under heaven<br>Aflame on smoking seas of pearl<br> As final trace of evening sky<br>on opal-embered seas was cast<br>With rigging lit by Elmo's choirs<br>She left the sea alone at last<br>-IV-<br>Now, sleepy village children sleep<br>And dream of fishers' dawn to be<br>Of slip and shingle sounding surf<br>Of elms along an opal sea...<br>Shhhh...</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk1.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk1.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>