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A Melody on His Lips

by James Zealy

He is a fisherman
In the creamy surf
Casting a line
Whose whistling whine
Whispers a melody on his lips

He is a musician
Who knows the hymnal
Of sounds that sooth
His restless spirit
Playing forever in his mind

He is a woodsman
Where a trail calls
Where a bird sings
Where the pine trees lean

He is a carpenter
Whose hands shape
A translated version
Of his task as seen
Through his perception

He is a humorist
Who creates a laugh
With a stab of razor wit
That sears a surprise
When we know it is coming

He is a fisherman
He is a woodsman
He is a musician
He is a humorist

As the surf curls
When he casts a line
Whose whistling whine
Sings a melody on his lips

05/31/2012

Posted on 05/31/2012
Copyright © 2018 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jody Pratt on 05/31/12 at 04:39 PM

Wonderfully arranged and I love the whole thing.

Posted by Mo Couts on 06/01/12 at 04:05 PM

I ditto Jody; this is so beautifully done.

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