The Reach from Dreamland by Russell Schmidt

It's Maine... And it's Autumn
The birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying. The lobstermen's boats come returning
With the catch of the day in their holds
and the young boys cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining --

It's father and son. It's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out from the land where their chow waits
And the days are all lonely and long
and seas grow so stormy and strong but
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along.

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And the morning will blow away. As the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view. And the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach
To the depths of my soul --

The wind brings a chill. There's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door. On the edge of the shore ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen who row --
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