Last week Angel Sammy from Two Spoiled Cats (with some help from Teddy), gave us this photo as our challenge for poem writing. At first, we didn't like this photo (an art rendering) at all, and thought "we just won't bother to even try a poem". But a day or two later, and another look at the image brought about some new thinking ... so we're giving it a go, admitting it was quite the challenge!
MACINTOSH and BUCKET HAT
Was he a crabber of yore
from Maryland's Eastern shore?
A lobsterman of Maine
who toiled in bitter cold rain?
A face burnt by the sun
weathered by wind,
the days work never truly done.
The white of his beard spoke to his age,
tired eyes squint at the sunset
when a days bounty fill his cage.
Our man of the sea.
Satisfied with his catch
on this one day was he.
I've found that many weeks, the image chosen also brings to mind a personal memory or photograph, and so it did again this week. My Dad ... who grew up in upstate New York, always where he and Mom took us for summer family vacations. Though not a fisherman by profession ~ he loved the 1000 Islands and the St. Lawrence River (Seaway) and all the small towns along the NY state border there where his family originated. He loved boating, fishing and island hopping. This photo of him was always a favorite, taken on a dock on Wellesley Island wearing his fisherman hat (!!) sporting his pipe (usually never lit) as we were about to depart for another boat ride along the seaway ~ miss you and love you, Dad. [black and white photograph water colorized] Thankful for Dad and so many great memories.
That is a lovely poem. It is wonderful how these photos bring back so many memories. Your photo reminds me of my FIL. Not a fisherman but a farmer. He always wore a trilby hat and had a pipe in his mouth which was also usually unlit.ReplyDelete
that is a wonderful poem and a sweet memory... we go with ad lobsterman from maine..... we love lobsters ;O)ReplyDelete
Our Gramma is from Upstate NY and also loves the thousand islands. It is a nice place from what we hear.ReplyDelete
First of all we absolutely LOVE your poem for the old man of the sea.....it's apparently a VERY popular bit of art which hangs on many a wall - we just thought it was a very "generic" old fisherman then looked into the history and found there not to be a lot of that online. Anyway, we sure do like your poem AND we love the photo of your Dad - it's wonderful and if Sammy's Poetic inspiration sparked some thoughts of your Dad that made you happy then WE are happy!!! Thanks for coming on another poetic adventure with Angel Sammy.ReplyDelete
It is a good thing you took a second look at the portrait, the poem is perfect. and the photo of your dad could be aged about 30 years and a beard added and be the same...ReplyDelete
We love your poem and we also love the photo and sweet memories of your dad.ReplyDelete
Gee! You did really well in creating that poem!ReplyDelete
Mum remembers her Dad having a pipe too.
Probably a thing way back when ;)
Nice poem and super nice memory!!ReplyDelete
The Florida Furkids
That's a great poem and some wonderful, wonderful memories too. Thanks for joining our Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!ReplyDelete
My peep is from further south along the Hudson River.ReplyDelete
That was a wonderful poem! It's made even better by tying it to a wonderful and loving memory, thanks for sharing your Dad with us.ReplyDelete
Ann that is a wonderful poem...WOWReplyDelete
And the photo of your Dad what memories
What a wonderful poem and a loving memoryReplyDelete
What a great poem and such sweet memories of your dad. We love the colorized picture of your dad. Our mom says his picture reminds her of her grandfather who also smoked a pipe.ReplyDelete
Just the thought of being at sea or on the water makes me seasick!ReplyDelete
What a terrific poem and such loving words about you Dad! Thanks for sharing your memories of him with us. And the colorized photo is wonderful!ReplyDelete
Great poem and such wonderful memories. XOReplyDelete
Your dad is very smart and seems like a fascinating man.ReplyDelete
Beautiful poem. And isn't it wonderful how a photograph or a painting can evoke such wonderful memories from the past.ReplyDelete
Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber
Well done! Your dad sounds like an amazing person.ReplyDelete
A lovely poem. I was born in New England and knew friends of my Dad who engaged in Lobstering (barely understanding; we left NE when I was 9). But my paternal Grampa who worked at many trades during the Great Depression bought a lobster boat when I was about 12. We kids loved the boat. And quite frankly, we loved lobsters even when they were cheap. Sometimes we would deep-fish. Usually maybe a flounder or mackerel, but I caught a relatively rare Red Skulpin once. Ugliest fish you ever saw.ReplyDelete
But mostly the boat ride was the thrill. Sat on the roof with the boat going up&down, up&down spray all around. Dad bought a 14' cabin boat for river waters a few years later but that's another story.
What a great poem! And I loved how the poem prompt made you think of your Dad. Such sweet memories brought forth:)ReplyDelete
The Thousand Islands are a great place/region to visit, even from the Canadian side! Boat tours are in abundance for easier viewing!