Way out at low tide mark Where there are waves of giant kelp A dilisk gatherer lifting bags on his back Calls his brother for help Two bags on his back at the turn of the tide He treads over the rocks to the shore His younger brother shoulders out a bag Then they both return for more
'Leave your bags halfway' the older one says 'I'll take them the rest of the way' Helping each other they work as a team At the car park they're handed their pay The dilisk is laid out in the sun When dry it's packed for sale The dilisk gatherers work with the tide Alternate weeks without fail\n\nMargaret O Driscoll
