Let us go with you
out on one last tow
How your wake
curls
early morning
crystal cold
rolling down light house point
Big wolf moon rising tide
lets you cut the shoal
a little close

Let us go with you
out on one last tow
no Cape Pogue gut today
no John Olivers
Shear Pen
Drunkards
Happy Hollow
No Middle Ground
Phil’s Camp
The Cedars
no South End
No picking up
in Poucha
with old man Sandy
No packing bloaters one by one
with Four O’clock Louie
and his old man
Or old man Mello
and Dexter
Or Sam and Mary
Dick and Ted
John and Duncan
Oscar’s there too
Eddie and Fran
Paul and Mary
Al and Adelle in Jambe
Porky and Carol
Benny and his mom
Fathers and daughters
Sons and mothers
Brothers and sisters
All of them
As one

Let us go with you
out on one last tow
Deep water’s where they’re at
today
Light chop might set
a funny kind of way
As dredges clear
the well worn rail
sun sparkles off
the clacking bag
crackling in the wet
and cold
fresh scallops on the board
clear blue eyes
snapping
and alive
Trish smiles
as she jumps on in
Roy smiles too
good stuff
cut well
few barnacles not much shack
The day is bright
as silver dust
falls faintly
from a deep blue sky
not that far from shore

Let us go with you today
out on one last tow
As baskets start to fill
still air stiller yet
The bag hangs in the air
blocking out
the cloud stained sky
2026
Day one
And now the sun is gone
the weather seems to
stake a claim
the gulls start and lift
up from the cull
And just like that
Roy and Trish
are fishing on the edge
That’s where the
big ones are
and where they
both have come

Let us go with you today
the sun is bright
the water’s cold
the air is light
it’s not too rough
to tow
Just you and me
out on our fearless frosty sea
so we can
cast our lust for life
wherever our boat goes

Let us go with you today
outside the bay for
one last tow
and if by chance
we don’t come back
Together we will stay