Branch In a July Sun
Branch in a July sun
The beauty, the loveliness, and peace.
The wide sparkling sunlit sea.
The many skiffs on the smiling water,
sailing home from the fishing grounds.
This day nearly all are loaded with fish
that give these people their living.
The tide is full
and the skiffs sail serenely over the moaning bar.
Leaving their screaming gulls behind
where they gather on the beaches
to feast on the caplin thrown there
by the sea.
And the busy people
women as well as men
from the fields to the fishing room
right glad and thankful to god
for the bountiful harvest from the sea.
Reading of Poem by Agnes' great-niece Marina Power-Gambin: