The Best Friday

Another day has come and gone,
the fish have all been eaten,
one tradition my kin hold dear,
we had a real nice banquet.

No longer do we lay nets,
and no more need for a harvest,
family boat ramp is dead,
though the love still does remain.

An ancestry of salt in blood,
soon shall be thinned, diluted,
dangerous were those big waves,
I and mine are now land lovers.

Today was a good day,
a great day,
the best.