Poem
The Marlin Gold and pink light up the sky Above an old, yet strong boat That waits in the harbor. Waves Sway and excite the oldest son, His sandy toes curl, the Marlin! The only dream of his Father. Sweat beads on the brow of the Father, No respite from the merciless sky. They venture to catch a Marlin On the family's new used boat. It's an occasional treat for the Son. Goodbye! His mother turns and waves. They sail towards the distant gleaming waves, The stern manned by the Father, While the always inquisitive Son Dissects tackle and lines. The sky Seems to dome, and the boat Appears the size of a Marlin. The powerful, yet elusive Marlin Is camouflaged beneath the steady waves. Soon a line is cast over the boat, A prayer for the aging Father As he looks to some power in the sky To pass time, while his Son Searches the enigmatic sea. His Son Is infat...