Fisherfolk

Tyrone Graham
Poetry en Motion
1 min readAug 10, 2017

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The children
are golden
in the sunset,
splashing around
netted heaved on shore;
the chaunted “Ho!”
faints in the twilit air.
Tonight there
will be sweet refrains
in the village again,
among women
and children.

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Tyrone Graham
Poetry en Motion

In the beginning was the word. And I got paid for it.