The Sea Hunter and His Lady
Standing on the clifftop,
preparing for the dive
to hunt for abalone
to sell and enrich our lives.
I look at my lady,
with long white blonde hair,
tall as a goddess
and much more fair.
I am the sea hunter
with hair of honey blonde and
head and shoulders taller than my lady fair.
On my chest,
my lady's aquamarine
on a chain of white gold,
for always there to be.
Ready with bags on shoulders,
and rocks for weight,
and then the dive,
thirty feet to the sea.
We hit the pale green water
and go below to the depths,
of which we love and know.
Finding two or three,
then up for air we go.
This we repeat,
with kisses shared,
until our bags are nearly full.
Up the cliff we climb,
my lady's bag I carry.
At the top, we share a kiss
for our fortunate find.
To the market to sell our catch,
then home for rest and peace.