Several wars have come and gone
My sons helped lay our nets
Upon the sea
From Norway to the Finlands
In foam and brine
With sea spray upon our faces
The burning sun upon our heads
Holds tightly the hemp
Within the stern hand of the sea
Somewhere resides within
The marrow of my old bones
In my chair upon the porch
A distant sea that beckons
With lowly moans
I have outlived all my sons
Except save one
Even my old woman is gone
Yet still I am not done
Every moment has been precious
In my labour I have searched
Skies of majestic beauty
Upon this place wherein is perched
My old soul that looks on
Onward towards eternity
~Moses~
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