The Fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn <br />Under the hand of the village barber, <br />And here in the angle of house and barn <br />His deep-sea dory has found a harbor. <br /> <br />At anchor she rides the sunny sod <br />As full to the gunnel with flowers a-growing <br />As ever she turned her home with cod <br />From George’s Bank when winds were blowing. <br /> <br />And I know from that Elysian freight <br />She will brave but once more the Atlantic weather, <br />When dory and fisherman sail by fate <br />To seek for the Happy Isles together.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-boat-the/
