In seas afar, where the wild winds blow,
A fisherman sails through ebbs and flows.
The creak of the timbers, the spray in the air,
He battles the elements, a life most unfair.

Loneliness whispers through the crashing waves,
Broken by ‘gulls crying from their oceanic caves.
The vastness around him, his silent despair,
Steers through the solitude, a man without care.

The searing sun beats down on the brim of his hat,
A relentless companion, for ever burning in spat.
With hands on the wheel, weathered and strong,
He weathers the storm in sailor’s song.

Salty air stings as the saltwater sprays,
A dance with the sea in the sun’s withering blaze.
Yet in the heart of the tempest, he finds his reprieve,
A fisherman’s life, a testament to believe.