Mystical Shores of Camden

fear not

On the rocky shores of New England lays a small town
where the rivers meet the seas  ah Camden
waterfalls  and rivers whitewater and foam
fishing boats  laying at random

I come here for the serenity and sit
on old iron benches by the hour and by the day
staring blankly at  the sea for hours upon hours
no one near and nothing to say

Across the busy  bay the bells of the buoy’s
calm me as  I watch the sea foam drift
on occasion  a wind from the north lands
upon the water and the salty waves begin to lift

The voices of fishermen from boat to boat
laugh as they prepare for the water dance
the danger  of the tides  and the rolling swells
to never return is but  the chance

How many have gone lost at sea   I wonder
as near the park the monument stands
count the numbers  and note the same last names
when boats go down with all hands

An old man and his yellow  labrador join me
in conversation
He say’s  ” I was a fisherman for all of my life ”
as he looks longingly at the boats in  formation

Patting the dogs head ….”My old girl here….. she ate all the lobster she
wanted and ate it all for free
Now though we don’t wander far from the house over there
mother doesn’t want me at sea”

We talked for a while and he turned meandering
back to his rocker on the pier
and I prayed that he  will remember it all fondly
the love of a fisherman’s career

Such was his  life on the mystical shores of Camden
I think he lived his life well
I  watched him turn once again to look out at the sea
and he smiled at the tolling bell

EdF

Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would weever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ........

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we ever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ........

3 thoughts on “Mystical Shores of Camden

  • May 4, 2017 at 6:07 PM
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    Ed, I love this poem. Your vivid imagery makes me wish I was there watching this serene place. Great work on the rhyme and the whole piece.

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  • May 5, 2017 at 12:28 AM
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    So nicely rendered in verse with some wonderful imagery that takes us to the sea, the salty scent, rolling boats and those who dedicate their lives as fishermen. great work Ed.

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  • May 5, 2017 at 10:49 AM
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    Lovely Ed, such meditative imagery, and so well done capturing the spirit of a fisherman’s life at see. Love the ending, as you leave the reader with the sound of the tollung bell. Enjoyed it very much.

    Best,
    Mel

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