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Where are they now
whose dreams gave life
to wood and steel
and fashioned craft
to reap the harvest
of the water?
Where is he
who homeward came
at sunsets past
and waved to loved ones
waiting on the shore?
And where are they
who watched his face
as he drew near,
knowing the measure of the catch
would be reflected there?
I ask,
Where are they now?
And the voices whispers,
"They are here...
and will forever be...
in this quiet place...
here, beside the water..."
by
Jim Metcalf