The Fishermans Daughter Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Each night she watched the fleet sail to sea,
And remembered those tales that were her history.

The storms, the tides, the swirling waves,
The many souls lost and the few the Virgin saves.

Each night the fishermen play dice with Neptune,
To lose, or to return with a catch of fortune.

To cast the net or to ride the pounding surf,
Was the gamble they took, the risk was it worth?

But she remembered the fishers that had gone,
Those lost at sea, to the waves, to the storm.

The shoppers in the market just pick up frozen food,
Those with a taste for fish never had it so good.

The fisherman's daughter could not disagree,
Life was safer on land, she turned her back to the sea.