Fisherman's Son Poem

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The Fisherman's Son, by the sea he did dwell,
Casting nets with skill, his father's tales to tell,
With eyes that sparkled like the morning tide,
He learned the ways of the ocean, far and wide.
At dawn he'd set sail, with a heart full of cheer,
Guided by stars, with a compass held dear,
He'd steer his boat, with steady hand and eye,
Chasing dreams, under the vast blue sky.
He'd haul in his catch, with muscles taut and strong,
In every storm, he'd battle all day long,
He'd mend his nets, with calloused hands and care,
With salt on his lips, and salt in his hair.
But the sea can be fickle, with secrets untold,
And danger lurks, in depths so bold,
One stormy night, a tempest did roar,
His boat was tossed, like never before.
He fought the waves, with all his might,
But was cast overboard, in the dark of night,
He swam and swam, with all his might,
Praying for safety, until the first light.
Washed ashore, on a distant land,
Bruised and battered, with feet on sand,
He thanked the sea, for sparing his life,
For lessons learned, in struggle and strife.
Now the Fisherman's Son, with a heart full of lore,
Sails the seas, like his father before,
A guardian of the ocean, with respect profound,
With tales to tell, and treasures to be found.