November Poem


fishermen paddling a canoe

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As Fishermen Go To Sea

They grip, they lift their paddles,

They rise a little, they raise a song,

They settle to dip their paddles

Deep in the heaving sea,


They heave off shore, away and away

from the strand of sand,

Away and away

From the tiptoe standing town


From mothers, children, friends.


May they return

May they return

May they return

To mothers, children, friends,


Gripping and lifting their paddles,

Rising a little, raising a song,

Settling to dip their paddles

Light in the white-foam sea.


Efua T. Sutherland


Reproduced with kind permission of the Estate of Efua T. Sutherland.  No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing.

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2 Responses

  1. Becky says:

    Where is this lovely poem from?? I’d love to share it!

    • Adwoa says:

      Hello Becky!

      The poem is from Ghana. Please see our “Poets and Poetry” tag for more children’s poems. For the moment, do share the link to our page.

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