About three weeks ago I met two men, it was Veterans day. The elderly man was a thirty year vet who had served in several campaigns. I met him at the Veterans Wall in Jacksonville. He invited me to his house to share stories, bought me lunch and invited me fishing the next day. The younger man I met that night. He was fishing illegally at the Met Park Docks. This is a story of the two men. I don't remember the younger mans name, but I do remember the smell of alcohol on his breath. However, I will never forget Richard...and I hope to fish again with him soon.
Two Fishermen
I met two men today,
Both fishers of the sea.
One for pleasure, One for pay.
One by day, One by night
One elderly and fragile.
One young and strong.
One with a cat, One with a dog.
One with a wife, One with a can.
One with a house, One with a truck.
One with a motor boat and trailer.
One with a row boat in the back.
One exempt from the license.
One running from the law.
One by day to see better.
One by night to not be caught.
One of distinction and honor.
One of callousness and contempt.
One for fun but less skilled.
One for cash but with stolen gear.
One caught much fewer but bigger.
One caught much more but smaller.
One fished as if in heaven.
One fished in his own hell.
One was happy even when empty.
One was never happy even when full.
I met a man today a great fisherman of the sea.
I met another man today but no fisherman was he.
© B.A.S. 12/1/08 …:}…
In His Service:
Psalm 114....Proverbs 14
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