Mixed Media on wood, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
This artwork comes with an external frame
From one of my old poetry books.... This one has no author.... more like a story than a poem.
“They’re patching the fishing nets down on the beach,
fishermen’s wives seated upon silky sand,
their chatter competing with the seagull’s screech.
Determined sun-kissed faces weathered and tanned,
an intricate meshwork they skilfully pleach,
workers nimble of finger and deft of hand.
Of valuable time they always make the best,
rendering the repairs while men and boats rest.
A light breeze is drifting along the seashore,
scent of seaweed and salt wafting in the air
as it warms the women completing their chore,
and the old man with his pipe who’s come to share
in the banter as endless nets they restore.
For generations folk have been toiling there,
continuous labour for the nets to mend,
a bountiful haul of fish on them depend.
In sturdy boats fishermen sail out to sea,
casting nets in the rolling, briny blue deep,
fishing folk believing there will always be,
in the ocean’s pasture, fresh harvest to reap,
providing sustenance for each family.
A gentle lifestyle to preserve and to keep;
at one with nature and all that she’s giving,
a simple and rewarding way of living”