Fishermen Three
It’s morning
Pastel colors warm the sky
Rose colored brush strokes
Crawl along
The dark surface of the lake
I see through his glasses
Above, the front brim of his fedora
To the sides
White sleeves of his shirt
Rolled just below the elbow
Cuff of his slacks
Rising just above his wingtip shoes
Sitting on a cushion
Softens the seat
On that aluminum bench
Near back of this boat
Controls of the motor
Within reach
Minnow bucket
On the floor
Placed just the same
Lid open slightly
Wire handle dip net
Appears from underneath
Staring out across the lake
The shore to his back
Except for the lines of color
All is still on the lake
His boat drifts slowly
Along a line
Where the shallows fall
Give way to the darkness
The weed edge
Oars in the locks
Handles at the ready
Keeping him on course
Rod leaning out
Parallel to the water
Cream in color
Eyelets wrapped perfectly
Red and green thread
Handle held firmly
Bait placed surly
Eyes locked securely
For a sign
From a pike
The kingfisher speeds by
Chatters as he lands
Perches on a branch
Outstretched from shore
Herron hunts
Shoulders hunched
Eyes searching
Thin legs
Steady walk
These two feathered kind
Fishermen too
Patient these three
In this morning scene
View of today
Song for today – Lie In Our
Graves – Dave Matthews Band
Lyrics for Lie in our
Graves
when I step into the light
my arms open wide
when I step into the light
my eyes searching wild
would you not like to be
sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free
would you not like to be OK, OK, OK
when we're walking by the water
splish splash me and you taking a bath
when we're walking by the water
come to my toes to my ankles to my head to my soul
then I'm blown away
when we're walking by the water
splish splash me and you taking a bath
when we're walking by the water
come to my toes to my ankles to my head to my soul
then I'm blown away
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering if we had spent our living days well
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering what we might of been
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering if we had spent our living days well
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering what we might of been
would you not like to be
would you not like to be
I can't believe that you would not like to be
would you not like to be
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
and we dance away
my arms open wide
when I step into the light
my eyes searching wild
would you not like to be
sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free
would you not like to be OK, OK, OK
when we're walking by the water
splish splash me and you taking a bath
when we're walking by the water
come to my toes to my ankles to my head to my soul
then I'm blown away
when we're walking by the water
splish splash me and you taking a bath
when we're walking by the water
come to my toes to my ankles to my head to my soul
then I'm blown away
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering if we had spent our living days well
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering what we might of been
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering if we had spent our living days well
I can't believe that we would lie in graves
wondering what we might of been
would you not like to be
would you not like to be
I can't believe that you would not like to be
would you not like to be
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
and we dance away
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