A beautiful poem by my friend Vivian at Smell The Coffee.
Fishermen sitting on the beach
Dejected, defeated
Fish out of reach
Early awakenings
Trawling at dawn
Not a fish in sight, now forlorn
A lone figure walks by
Speaks in a whisper followed by a sigh
“Draw your nets in
Let the harvest begin“
The men hesitate, but begin to pull
The haul is mighty, enough to make them fall
Reinforcements arrive
This, the greatest haul of their lives
No-one notices to see
The retreating steps
Of the man from Galilee
(C)- Vivian Zems
Walt's Writings 
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