Fishing in Marblehead

As I recall, 'twas a cold, wintry evening at the Marblehead, MA, docks

The tide was just rolling in; the seagulls were gathering on the rocks

There was a distinct excitement amongst the fishermen setting out to sea

Going about their business like poker players, just another day at the quay

But you could sense they were on a mission; there was no time to waste

Great shoals of seafish were to be had, but one had to move with haste

My host, a seasoned fisherman, knew where to drop anchor and throw the line

And within seconds, we could feel a sharp tug; A chill went down my spine

Back and forth we went, man versus fish in a pattern of pumping and reeling.

A masterclass in patience; 'twas going to be a long fight, I got the feeling!

The pole would bend like a bow, and every muscle in my body ached with pain

Then I'd drop the rod and reel in the slack; and repeat this again and again

After the fish tired out, we netted it on board, but beware it still had fight

We knocked it out cold before its jaws sheered our fingers in a death bite

It was quite an adventure for me, one that I'll never forget for a long time

Lessons I learned from the art of fishing would prove invaluable for a lifetime

Kieran's Art