Diane Zeigler - One Who Got Away

For as long as I remember
He cast his line over the water
He'd pass my house with his pole and a fishing cap
With a bucket of bait and that boy would not be back
For hours
He'd rise up early in the morning
And untie the rope around the mooring
Plotting his direction as he left the shore
He hoped he'd find a cove he'd never seen before

So cast a net over the water
Sink the anchor down to the floor
Bring us back the best part of your day
Always remember the ones who slipped away
Who found their graves in these fickle waves
They say there are spirits in these waters
The ghosts of the ones who went down under
And sometimes they speak under a raging wind
To center the sail and gently guide you in

He heard the warning about the weather
But no one could reel him in forever
So out he went on that December day
And left us with memories of one who got away

For as long as I remember
He cast his line over the water
He'd pass my house with his pole and a fishing cap
With a bucket of bait and that boy would not be back