I grew up in a fishing world,
The shrimp boats out all day,
And many families I knew
Who made their lives that way.
Some had long lived in Florida,
Some came from Vietnam:
Escaping war and waters roiled
By fire and by bomb –
This world is made of many worlds,
And sorrows do abound:
So fishers for a better life
Can everywhere be found
The human heart, it longs for peace,
And search for it, we will —
I grew up in a fishing world,
And find I live there
Still
This is a prompted post.
Beautifully written.
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