The waves are dancing with joy,
Urging fisher folk to come along.
Hidden treasures are there to enjoy,
Mother Nature’s lap is where they belong.
Urging fisher folk to come along,
To cast their nets into the depths,
Mother Nature’s lap is where they belong,
As they wait for a catch with bated breaths.
Casting their nets into the depths,
Swiftly rowing their boats along.
As they wait for a catch with bated breaths,
Their voices gently break into song.
Swiftly rowing their boats along
Hidden treasures are there to enjoy,
Their voices gently break into song,
The waves are dancing with joy.
(A pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next.)
1 2 3 4 - Lines in first quatrain.
2 5 4 6 - Lines in second quatrain.
5 7 6 8 - Lines in third quatrain.
7 9 8 10 - Lines in fourth quatrain.
9 3 10 1 - Lines in fifth and final quatrain
