Fish Finders Poem by Ima Ryma

A flock of busy birds we be.
With flights of back and forth we make,
Seeking out food for family,
That we may find within the lake.
All seasons we're sights and sounds that
Are familiar to see and hear
By others in this habitat.
All through each day we do appear.
It's known that fisher people do
Keep watch of us in hopeful wish
That we will show them the way to
Best spots upon the lake to fish.

With sunset comes the time to rest.
Back to the trees we fly to nest.