POGEY HEAVEN
Around the end of the rocks we raced
Back to the beach, warm air in our face
In the distance we saw the birds fly
We scanned the surface, with a keen eye
There they are! First one, then many
Other boats are coming, get the net ready!
There in front of us! So throw it straight
A good cast, yielded a bounty of bait
We turned the boat slowly to the open sea
Happy the pogeys were where we wanted them to be
-Don Sipler
