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Land's End

"Land's End"

All at once & with such Very Great Flair ~
So's no-one would notice what'd really taken Place~
SeaWolf & his Wench grabbed a wild Notion from thin Sea Air~
That with which they'd figured nary a Soul could keep Pace~

Off to the Hills & the Highlands they did calmly Go~
Where the Whisky was White & the Winds didn't Blow~

Some said they were shirking the responsibilities of the Sea~
Yet others claimed they had decided times had a Changed~
Only the Wench & her Captain did'st want to be left Free~
For the times were a changin' on the Seas they had Ranged~

Into the Hills they toured with Gusto & Force~
Leaving their Oceans with no sense of Remorse~

SeaWolf carried a Great Sabre from the Ship~
Wench did'st carry Herself well & with a Keen Step~
Bullwhip coiled & hanging from His Hip~
SeaWolf & the Wench knew Naught of their Wild Rep~

The boys of the Highlands did'st drink what they Could~
The Wench stood well and drank from Barrels of Wood~

Mountain girls of the Clan went down One by One~
Mountain men did their best to outdo her Man~
Neither was standing at each Fall of the Sun~
SeaWolf & the Wench outdrank the whole Clan~

Then came a night when the Winds did'st Howl~
Wench & her Captain were now on the Prowl~

The boys from the Hills gathered in Force~
The girls lifted their skirts in Provocative Dare~
With Bullwhip & Sabre SeaWolf beat 'em all back of Course~
And the Wench She just Laughed at the Girls with Arses Bare~

From those Mountains they took naught but that which they'd Brung~
Then deciding that those damned hills were filled with smelly Dung~

Back to the Waters they Raced as the Seas did'st Compel~
Finding all was as they'd left it & so much in the same State~
Yet better still now was a'Raging a Wild Wind named Michelle~
So did'st they both know this was but so truly their Fate~

Setting Great Sails once again & into the Winds of the North~
Did'st SeaWolf & his Wild Wench again sally Forth~

Once encompassed by the Turmoil o'the Seas & Great Wind~
SeaWolf & the Wild Wench looked themselves squarely in the Eye~
For at that moment they knew what truly was to them surely kin~
Still the lands o'the Earth would be a'waitin' Bye & Bye~

Now riding those Gales and Winds of Hurricane Force~
Taking Michelle back to Sea as fast as they could Rage~
For all Three knew that this was for them the best Course~
Their time for the Land as yet had not come of Age!

SeaWolf
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Copyright © Caribbean Seawolf | Year Posted 2011

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Elizabeth Wesley Date: 10/30/2011 7:51:00 PM You must be writing about some adventure you had. Wondering if you live near the sea, you have an affinity for the wode open waters I feel for your verse gives the reader that feeling. Loved it. Login to Reply Caribbean Seawolf Date: 10/30/2011 8:13:00 PM Verily, verily... all me rimes do so tell... O'life lived meownself... and quite very well. Nary a time or a place or character or face... e'er left from the tale... as memory doth race. Thank you for this and other thoughts you've so shared o'these rimes o'mine. Better cause to pen them not shall I find. SeaWolf