song for the fisherman

there were thousands of days

as we traveled down north road

and i remember my uncle on his last day

and how i would kill to shake his hand again. and on goes the battle of years upon years. my father's eyes bring me solace

and his look of focus i try to instill. as my mother reads as an example

of strength beyond strength

and with her i became me. there are two girls

with whom i've known longer than anyone

and my debt to them is lifetime. the gathering of boys i rely on

know exactly who they are

and i will build their protection with bloody hands. some were dealt knuckles and some delivered kisses

but initially my heart was in the right place. there are times when being engulfed by mountains

are the only signs of safety i know. and i realize i think this way out of neglection

and at the exact thought i reclaim those days of scenery. there are places like the bluffs in kasilof

and the gravel pits in sand lake

that most of us will never forget. those are the things i wanted to speak of

those are the things that i dream about

those are the things that i will definitely die with

and this is the song for the fisherman.