I don't know why I wrote this one. Maybe something I read. Tell me when you have had enough. I was thrown out of the harpoon throwers bar for this one. Though a few hardened men cried and brought me out a beer for my trouble.
Dawning sun, another day.
Ship cuts through water.
Harbour leaving underway.
Searching the sea.
For the blow to the sky.
Whalers earn money
And whales must die.
When I dream I hear the sound each night.
It cuts you to the deep.
When they're caught, yes I've seen grown men cry.
At the sound of a dying whale weep.
The mother is killed maybe by mistake.
Her young still inside but escape for her mate.
The male swims in circles hear the sounds of his cry.
Now here all alone, hear him pine, hear him die.
To love another so much and a bond run so deep.
Not seperated in death hear the love in his weep.
copywrite DWSmith 2007.
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My family are like stars in the night sky of my life.
Always there at the end of the day.
The light of their love forever constant as the Northern star.
Safely guiding me home.
Dreams are the realities of tomorrow.
Everyone is in tune with the spirits of their ancestors. Unfortunately some are tone deaf.
Copyright. Daz.2008.
Subject: When a whale cries. 
Fri 13 Apr 2007 - 23:10
