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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