Rock Hall

I have been born and bred in Rock Hall, MD. It is most known as a small port town, that has a history of being a working town producing crabbers, fishers, and oyster harvesters, but they don’t do that much anymore. Most of the days now you see just less and less of work boats going out. I am not surprised¬†by this as they find other forms of employment like painters, engineers, and general hard labor workers which provide all around year income. They say it just costs way too much to keep up the business. This is added by today our visitor who basically talked about how the idea of the town is dying out, and really only delved deeper into things I already knew. It is a sad realization, but a necessary one.

Go in each day, go out each day,

the catch is getting so low.

Go in each day, go out each day,

the money is becoming quite slow.

Go in each day, go out each day,

The boat is breaking down.

Go in each day, go out each day.

People are moving out of town.

Go in each day, go out each day.

The business is becoming quite hard.

Go in each day, go out each day.

Now I just sit in my yard.

 

I wrote this poem really thinking about my neighbors and friends who don’t work the water anymore and really either move out or find other employment.

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