He gave himself the job. <br />There was no one else <br />to wave the boats to their moorings <br />and take their lines <br /> <br />His broad shiny gold teeth <br />welcomed the sailors <br />as if this was his own jetty <br />built by his hand <br /> <br />“Welcome home my brother” <br />He hailed all comers; <br />Matching tongue to flapping ensign <br />with sunny ease <br /> <br />Dozens of times a day <br />he made that hot walk, <br />securing the village’s dreams <br />to the boat’s lines <br /> <br />He gave himself a job <br />no one else would do. <br />A gold plated and vital task, <br />He made his own<br /><br />Sailing to windward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boat-catcher/
