Fishing boat

I saw it on the quay
As the evening breeze made it sway
And swings of the chains was a cry
Of the tedious bind of the boat to
Sea life, so solitary

He loathes the time he is taken out
In the dead of the night and no light in sight
When the fisherman drags him out
To the waters most deepest, and
Thence he puts out bait

He likes to make ripples on the water
Moored on the oak tree stump
Left by a tree cutter
There by the opening of river Grata
Where the cool colorless water
Flow down smoother than ever

© GIDRAF MWANGI