I once had a boat that I drove out to sea,
Just the boat and the Ocean and sailor-man me.
Out passed south solitary with it's lighthouse agleam,
The treacherous Bombora below it's wide beam,
To the continental shelf where the big fishes were,
Dragging a spinner with a bright orange lure.
Pulling up Snapper, six hooks on a line,
Dolphin Fish from the surface with colours so fine.
Returning to harbour in a southerly blow,
Driving her hard as fast as she'd go,
Through the great waves rising up through the mouth,
Into the much calmer waters past Mutton-Bird South,
Then back to the ramp to end the long day,
The trailer hooked up, then home and away.

©Copyright March 8, 2004 by Colin F. Jones

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