The Bay of a Small Fishing Village
- Eric Buechel
- Nov 25
- 1 min read
The Bay of a Small Fishing Village
By Eric Buechel
In the hush of dawn, where the waters gleam,
The fishing boats sway, like a dream,
Their nets cast wide in the morning light,
A dance of labor, a sailor's delight.
The gulls cry out, in a chorus bold,
As tales of the sea in whispers unfold,
With nets full of hope and hearts full of cheer,
The village awakens, the day drawing near.
The sun rises high, painting skies of gold,
While fishermen gather, their stories retold,
Each line a memory, each wave a song,
In the bay of the village, where all belong.
The scent of the sea, the salt on the breeze,
Brings life to the hearts, puts the soul at ease,
With laughter and toil, they embrace the day,
In the bay of a village where dreams find their way.
As twilight descends, and the stars take their place,
The fishermen gather, their faces aglow,
With tales of the ocean, of storms they did face,
In the bay of their village, where love's currents flow.
Eric Buechel Fine Art
P. O. Box 277
Pleasant Hill, Tennessee 38578
931-881-7806
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