Eulogy for the Watermen
You watched the birth of day;
Dawn casts waves of gold.
And only you understand
the salt on the breeze,
The tears in the valleys,
The wind through the trees.
I watched you:
To catch the warm morning light,
You,
Lone watermen,
Fished in the icy cold water.
I have come to know,
And you know as well,
The Eastern breeze is sick.
And for that, this Eulogy is made:
Do you hear the sea cry?
Do you,
Lone watermen?
It echoes that
of your forefathers.
Photos were taken in Maryland, with a Sony Alpha5000. VSCO was used for the editing.