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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Hout Bay the fishing trawler sails out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Hout Bay the fishing trawler sails out<br>while the rain pours down<br>like water out of God’s hosepipe<br>with engines roaring in the ears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and clouds of smoke hang over the boats<br>with every fisherman for a moment being caught<br>in a own world while fog whirl about the boats<br>that rocks up and down to the harbour mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves crash, the sea foams and bubbles<br>and “my girlfriend has a good lover, ”<br>is sung by one while the trawler sets its course<br>on the look out for barracouta, cod and sea trout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Look at the shining bodies, tons of trout, they are running free, ”<br>a fisherman shouts against the wind that pulls and pulls on the boat.<br>“Salmon man, salmon” roars the tiller man back and walls of water<br>roll past and the boat turns to get fishing gear ready.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My girlfriend has a good lover and he’s a gelded goat, ”<br>the tune goes on and something clatters down<br>drawing the attention of the fishermen and the water shines<br>and when the boat is full they tell jokes that they guffaw at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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while the rain pours down
like water out of God’s hosepipe
with engines roaring in the ears

and clouds of smoke hang over the boats
with every fisherman for a moment being caught
in a own world while fo..."></div>
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