Fishermen Of The Bering Sea

The moons golden beams do shine bright
All night long it wears its silver veil so white
The shore lamps in..on the sleepy sea shore
Are to show the trawler fishermen safely back there home shore
Reflect back so the fisherman's wife's can see
Wind whines and whines across the shingle
For the whining wind is getting bitter winter cold
Whining wife's who then change to glee
As each ones husbands boat comes home from sea
The whole of fisherman's wife's community
That that Bering sea didn't take the man of the family
But soon fear creeped back into there life's
Because there husbands had to go out fishing again
In the worlds roughest sea
They pack there bags with cloths and pictures of there beloved
For they don't know whether they would ever return
Or if they would be victims of the worlds most dangerous sea
But that is the life of a fisherman from the Bering sea

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I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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