LOVESONG TO AN ALASKAN FISHERMAN If tame you want Tis fool you’ll get In fishing North high seas But if you go a trolling And you catch a fish like me Prepare for love ---prepare for war There’s not a moment’s peace And you’ll forget flushed one nightstands And follow schooling breeze Oh-- I had loved you mighty Knocked the pluck right from your chest Gave you babes and warmed your nights And wove your babes a nest And fool you were to throw back in A love that topped them all But one last chance awaits you here To heed bold Nature’s call So head inland and fight the gales That plague this stormy sea Think of love that grabs your guts--- There is no fish like me. Victoria Anderson-Throop Valdez, Alaska revision of poem written in 2012