Working Boats – Belford, NJ
It’s always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I’ll defend with my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free
~~~ Woody Guthrie “Pastures of Plenty”
http://www.woodyguthrie.org/Lyrics/Pastures_Of_Plenty.htm
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Oops, how did this photo get in this story? Hints here:
http://blog.nj.com/njv_bill_wolfe/2009/04/bring_back_the_federal_art_pro.html
Fishin’ down on th’ muddy bank,
Felt a pull an’ give a big yank,
I drug out three old rubber boots,
A Ford radiator an’ a Chevrolet coop
(Nothin’ but Junk, so I handed it in
For National Defence).
Settin’ in a boat with a bucket of beer,
Hadn’t caught nuthin’ but didn’t much care,
I guess I was pretty well satisfied,
Had my little woman right by my side
(Takin’ it easy, just waitin’
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours.
I was busy).
~~~ Woody Guthrie “Talking Fishing Blues”
http://www.woodyguthrie.org/Lyrics/Talking_Fishing_Blues.htm
Why would anyone want to catch a fish when they go fishing?
Woody had the right idea.
It remains disturbing that even the Great Banks of the north Atlantic are empty of fishes. Scary.
The GRAND Banks, where the cod disappeared, almost overnight, 20 years ago. I’m confusing the great banks that are disappearing in America, I guess. They smell like mackeral in the moonlight, though.
blarneyboy – I loved the freudian slip[ on teh baksters stibnko.
But the water is not just empty of fishes – eating the ones that are there might poison you:
New Warnings Issued on Eating Local Fish ; Mercury, PCBs Found in More Waterways
(link to Bergen record story by Colleen Diskin will not post – do the Google)
blarney – I obviously can’t type:
I meant to type:
“I loved the Freudian slip on the banksters’ stinko”
Thanks, both for the compliment, but mostly for a palpable concern for the earth, the sea and the air. It’s “the good fight”.