TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still, <br /> Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-- <br /> they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water, <br /> The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the <br /> beach, enclosing the mossbonkers, <br /> The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore, <br /> Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep <br /> in the water, pois'd on strong legs, <br /> The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them, <br /> Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water, <br /> the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-paumanok-picture/
