Broken down, it sits there on the shore<br /> Its days of fishing on the sea, no more<br /> Who knows its story, the sadness it shows<br /> Forgotten and left there, no use, who knows?<br /> <br /> Tis sure if it had tongue, it'd tell<br /> Of the day its bountiful hold did swell<br /> The cod, the mackerel, and herring too<br /> In its day, did fish a few<br /> <br /> But there is a sadness that old boat shows<br /> There's no longer the fish it use to know<br /> The sea it doesn't give like it did<br /> And to fishermen today, the stocks are hid<br /> <br /> There are many an old boat, dry upon shore<br /> And its days of fishing, are no more<br /> Left to remain for all to see<br /> Broken down boats; once a memory.<br /> <br /> *picture taken by Glen Jones   Submitted By: Melanie Bates