The Harvest

A beautiful poem by my friend Vivian at Smell The Coffee.

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

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