Ullapool in June 2005
I'm an honest fisherman just like my Dad
And I follow the fisherman's trade.
It's rough workin' hard when you search for the cod
From dawn to the closing of day.
Where the wind hurls its curses at you in the morn,
And blows them from sea to the land.
But you're back to your work and hauling the beds,
Till the sun shines its mercies again.
Now the silvery treaure I took from the ocean
And pockets of cash on the shore.
But what do you do when the fishing is gone
And your boat ploughs the white waves no more?
Ernst Erdle 01/09/2006 19:13
Traumhaftes Foto, Motiv gefällt mir persönlich sehr gut.Nur ein bisschen schade, daß der erste Kamin abgeschnitten ist.
VG Ernst
Roberto Clementoni 01/09/2006 12:14
sembra la strada dove corrono il TT.molto bella!!!
...E PER AMICO IL SOLE
Roberto Clementoni