By Immemorially, at the ebb tide’s turn,
they pull for the bank, moor, wade, cast and wait.
(Terns flock, screeching). They haul the full net
to the edge of the sand. Kneeling, they pluck out
the shrimps, prawns, crawfish and return the rest.
The water slowly rises about them.
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What do you think?