My small boat and the mighty sea
by Eduardo Duarte
Are brothers to me
Sharing and caring for each other
I fashioned my boat
From a chosen wood in the tradition of the old
As they taught me
To understand the language of the sea
There have been times
The vast water turned unfriendly
Almost killing me
Giving me a lesson of overcoming difficulties.
Patiently, as I reach the shore
I always empty my dear boat
With the water it gathers from the sea
As I call it a day.