life of Cork...from crabbing with my daddy

“life of cork”

Stick thru cork
Cork in hand.
Building a pot for the crabbin’ man.

Rope to stick…
Rope to trap.
De trap hold dem crabs as the man pull em back.

Sometimes a fish, sometimes some shell.
Some times a bunch of Marsh …
stuck in it’s “Wells”.

Time and Time…and time again.
Man pull trap…lookin’ for the “Jim’s”.

Cork floats fast.
Cork floats slow.
Cork float direction that the tide does go.

Some time up.
Some time down.
Sometime line so tight…
“Cork” almost drown.

Cork stare up as birds laugh overhead…
Birds laughing at the cork…
a’swinging in his bed.

But sometime the little bird want to rest his wing…
Cork now a dock for the weary little thing.

Many creek “road” traveled.

Cork moved to and fro.

Man put the cork where the crab may go.

Many bumps and bruises.
And a gator bite or two…
But “cork” keep doing what cork s’posed to do.

Sun beat down.
More wind and rain.
Winter come too…
Cork not the same.

Cork look old and weary.
“Face” now aged with time

Cork look like the crabbin’ man.

A’pullin on the line.

There are so many things that remind me of my daddy…and our times shared in the creek esp.

I have this old bouy…which daddy always told me is a fancy word for cork…that was attached to one of his pots.
First time I saw it as 9 pulled it from the water, and the face that had begun to take shape …I laughed …held it high…and yelled. “Wiiilllsonnnnn”…lol…you know…from the Tom Hanks movie…and Everytime after that I would search it out as we worked our way thru the string.
Daddy would laugh and shake his head at me talking to a cork head…but I could tell he found humor in it too.
“Wilson” disappeared once…and I was so sad.
Nature gave Wilson barnicles for teeth and pimples on his face…and sometimes long green sea weed hair…which I would scrape off with a knife so as not to weigh him down.
Curious markings…made by time.

A short time after daddy went to heaven I found Wilson

Amen

Tall Sail Marine

That touched deep. Thanks for sharing.

2005 Sea Hunt 212 Triton
“Head East”

Very powerful. Very beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Penny.

“You don’t always know where you stand till you know that you won’t run away.” ~Slipknot

It’s not talking crap if you can back it up…and nothing can back it up better than facts.

Thank you.
Daddy taught me so much…and left me knowing he would always be here with me

miss’n fish’n

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Your father’s probably “sweating” from both eyes in heaven. Well done, ma’am.


“I’m not a hundred percent in love with your tone right now…”

Hey there Bart!
Happy new year !..and thanks !

miss’n fish’n

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Penny, thanks for the post! Love the poem, brings back memories of a buddy I lost. Keep posting the pictures.

Thanks for sharing your Daddy with us.

The ENTER-NET Fisherman

Thank you Penny, that really was beautiful… First time poster, but long time “watcher”… Prayers for you and your family, but I know your daddy is watching down smiling, grateful for all of the times y’all got to spend together. Thank you for sharing all of that with us here, it truly has added a dimension of positivity and happiness I know a lot of us need sometimes

Thanks for allowing me to share.
Memories of those we love keep them near

miss’n fish’n

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Read so many stories about you and your dad over the years. We have enjoyed all of them. Sorry for your loss.

Creek Girl
www.Heather-Jordan.com
Vibrant Coastal Artist

Thank you very much.
Daddy was my heart…never knew how much he left to me until I started remembering all the time we shared.
The real riches of life

miss’n fish’n

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It’s funny how certain objects can carry us back to a treasured time with lost loved ones. For me, it is my dad’s guitar. I can’t help but think of him when I am playing it.

“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” - C.S. Lewis

Wow! What a read. Thanks for sharing.

“Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education”

18’ CC SeaFox

Penny, I’ve really enjoyed your stories over the years. I really love being on the water in the low country and you and your dad really exemplified the lifestyle. Your poem is absolutley awesome. It really brought me to the creeks but not just for them but also for the family experiences that you shared with all of us there.

Thank you all.Hope you Have a great day.

miss’n fish’n

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Penny, your pictures and words express my understanding of the lowcountry that I am not capable of expressing. The things/people we find precious…

thanks


17’ Henry O Hornet w/ Johnson 88 spl
26’ Palmer Scott project hull
14’ Bentz-Craft w/ Yamaha 25

Great post as usual Penny. I knew when my Daddy passed I would miss him. I just had no idea how much I would miss him. It will be 6 years in July that I lost my hero. Never a day goes by that I don’t talk to him and I know he is listening.

People will forget what you said…
People will forget what you did…
But people will never forget how you made them feel.

Capt. Justin

Today some one from This site walked up to me and said…I just have to tell you how your posts affect me…and it touched my heart.
What I write comes from the love I have for my daddy and the creeks he loved and taught me so much about…and for all we shared…but to know that my words touch others too means a lot.
Thank you all so much.

Thank you all.

miss’n fish’n

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