Hilo Bay Net Fisherman

jyruff

Kaneohe, United States

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My how time flies when sitting by the ocean
looking from the black sand beach
searching the deep blue sea
for a dinner of a different kind.

It just blows my mind the sight of such blue
piercing the sky with its light
My mind starts to wander to ages past
of times more distant when volcano’s blast

upon this land comes lavas red glow to melt the sea back
up into the sky clouds form now shading the slopes
of stirring Mauna Kea within its molts
lies the land building bricks of molten lead

from which this beautiful land is bread
now lies dormant to rest for a spell
while fisherman here catch their fill
of treasures from the sea they will grill

on charcoals now bought in a store
ride on smooth highways made of coral
and lava parking lots will soon fill
black lava rocks with its sill

of oils refined from long lost dinosaurs
comes our will reducing the rugged coast
to suit us most we exchange the grass
with something that we think will last.

Not knowing or caring we go our way
playing base ball on Sunday afternoon
go fishing along its shores
with nets made of nylon we sit on the grass

wondering sometimes about the past(blast)
That put this here the land so vast that
trade winds now go around its slopes
of the great volcano we call a mountain

from the sea bigger than Everest
now sits silent for this moment
to let us fish here so softly
swaying in the gentle surf

we forget where we are
upon this grass covered slope we lay
our thoughts go down only to the sea
as blue skies fill the air

we stare at the ocean so blue
waiting for dinner soon to grill.

Upon red charcoal sits our souls
never wanting to think such woe’s

we reach for the sky as seagulls fly
over head to distant shores
wandering clouds starts to form
over distant Mauna Kea sits

clouds of ash will soon fill
the grass with rocks that come crashing down
soon to cover the ground
and parking lots with sill.

When all the roaring lights
come bashing the coast we love most
When Pele’s red glow melts the snows of Mauna Kea
with one mighty blow take us from our dream.

Our reality now starts all over

no longer catching fish with a net
on Sunday afternoon we lost
the land and sea and sky with a blast
has joined itself with the past.

No more parking lots to fill
no more Sunday ball games can play
when the Earth decide to spill
Into the ocean with its lead.

As we sit here a moment to play
I see the moment that cant stay
when the sky is gone
and the land is gone

and the sea boils to steam

killing our fish
our land
our air
our ocean.

When our Sunday is no longer a Sunday
and Monday doesnt mean a thing
when the day is gone
and the night is gone

when the past comes to take our dreams away
when the Earth comes out to play

fills the sky with colors of light .

24 × 36″ original oils on 3x primed gallery wrap canvas hand painted by Hawaii seascape artist Joseph Ruff.

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