The following poem was written by Jo Shafer, a retired news journalist in Yakima, Washington, who is a descendent of the Maddox and Nedley families of Apalachicola. It appears in a book she has written called “Oyster Shells," a collection of poems about old Apalachicola. You can read more of her work at her blog "Invitation to the Garden, at invitationtothegarden.wordpress.com
It looks like an artist’s painting
on the brick wall of the old Grady place,
a relic of a fishing boat—
the hull in broad sweeps of dirty white,
a pilot house, once white,
rust hanging down
from its windows
like ancient tears.
Gone are angled arms
that once supported fish net draperies.
The lower boards are rotting away
in spite of wooden brackets in unkempt grass.
Faded lettering runs along one side,
the name of a long-ago fisherman
in a Greek village by the shore
whose son emigrated.