Monday, March 15, 2010

My Neighbor in the Trailer Park

My neighbor in the trailer park,
Speaks little to the others and me…
A fisherman called “Buddy”,
He is a slave to the fickle sea.

A quiet hermit in off seasons,
Fish and tourists chart his map,
He’s recognized by his personal logo;
The fish-hooked bills on baseball caps.

Winter finds him random boat jobs,
From Lincoln City to Yaquina,
Summers find him riding limos,
Steering trollers from the marina.

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