"Off To The Fishing Ground"
Oh, 'tis a glad and heartsome thing
To wake ere the night be done
And steer the course that our fathers steered
In the path of the rising sun.
The wind and welkin and wave are ours
Wherever our bourne is found,
And we envy no landsman his dream and sleep
When we're off to the fishing ground.
Lucy Maud Montgomery ~ last stanza
A tired fishing boat makes its way through the cold misty weather heading home to either Tofino or Ucluelet on the west coast of Vancouver Island, British Columbia Canada.
November 6th, 2014
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