I have been photographing the shrimp boats on Hilton Head Island. One boat that had caught my attention was an small old shrimp boat docked at Hudson’s Seafood Restaurant. When I first photographed, she was aground but upright. Obviously her condition has deteriorated.
If I could just right myself
I’d be the perfect trawl
Lifting, culling life’s every haul
There’s bounties still at sea
And families depending on me
If I could just right myself
I’d be like the trawl I was
Bailing bailing, do not pause
My bones might strain and ache
But me timbers still tall and straight
If I could just right myself
You’d see what I could do
Telling the tales I made it through
The straights and the narrows
The depths and the shallows
OF MY LIFE
If I could just right myself