The Bay at Night
The boats are docked.
The cabins are alight.
There's not a sounds
All thru the night.
The nets are hoisted,
The catch brought ashore.
The boats are ready
To sail once more.
The bay is quiet
As the tide whispers out.
Fishermen are home.
The day is talked about.
The buoys will bob
All thru the night.
The barges slip past
Projecting their light.
This world is peaceful
And soon dark will pass away.
The gray waters a waiting
For another's summer day.