February 19, 2015 3:28 pm
On Gloucester Harbor
The Dory seems to nod with glee
as I stride down the dock with my oars
She, like me, knows she soon will be free
of the lines that bind to the shores
Captain Gus shouts a sharp morning greeting
from the “Captain Dominic’s” deck
In the cool, green shade under Fisherman’s Wharf
a Snow Egret cranes her neck
My awareness expands with every stroke of the oar
out of Harbor Cove I row
to be at Sea, away from the shore,
is a joy only Mariners know
The feel, taste and smell of the crisp salt air
The Wind has the Ocean seething
Me and the boat and the Sea all share
The waves rise and fall, Nature’s breathing
The whole harbor now has come alive
A breathtaking, un-scripted show
Chortling Eiders gather close, the Cormorants dive
Chasing Minnows and Mackerel below
Peter’s sons by the thousands, the finest kind,
have called this Harbor port home
All possessing the genuine character you’ll find
in a Homer painting or an Olson poem.
Set my course for the shore, another day ends
In my wake sunset’s captured in foam
Though I’m blessed on land with fine family and friends
My heart knows this Harbor’s my home.
Spearing Flounder. circa.1890 George Wainwright Harvey (1855-1930
Posted by Enduring Gloucester
Categories: Gloucester Harbor, Gloucester POETRY, Jimmy Tarantino, Thomas Welch
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