In the early morning, the sun rising
Overhead, a brink of hope lies on the tide. A good day chosen to our surprising, Embarking on a journey, along for a ride. Trusting our guide, we pray for a good time. Time willfully passing, fighting against it, The motor humming, like a nursery rhyme. We made it, only off by a tid bit. Wetting the hooks, expecting a bite, The first one hits it, oh what a good find, The hours pass quickly, soon comes moonlight. To be on the water, a sure state of mind Comes along with, fixed on survival, The water brings peace, a full revival.
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