Rag and Bone Boat

Here’s to the milky silver sea
Here’s to the old dog at my knee
Here comes the early fisherman
In his rag and bone fishing boat
Sneaking past the harbour arm
To glean along the coast
Here’s to my friends of the North East
And my blood brothers in the West
Here come those already gone
In their rag and bone fishing boat
Sneaking past the harbour arm
I probably loved the most
Here’s to the wide gulls arc and swing
Risk their necks..and their offspring
On the slightest ledge of what’s left to them..
Of the fallen cliff
How come the milky silver sea
So kind, so overwhelm me
And how can a rag and bone fishing boat
Carry all these.. loving folk
Even those already left
The ones I probably loved the best?