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The Captain and I

With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made 
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window 
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.

As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking 
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was 
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the 
waves ‘ore the sea.

Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger, 
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen 
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house 
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled 
in the stove. 

Rocking  back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with 
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?”  He 
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet 
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey, 
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever 

That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a 
little girl, that life is but a dream.


                          In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather

 2nd place in  'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France 

Author's note:  

This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'. 
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were 
thorns.  I have learned valuable lessons from both.

Copyright © Elaine George

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  1. Date: 1/14/2010 8:37:00 AM
    Great write, dear 'Laine! Congratulations on your 2nd Place win in Constance's Contest! Thank you for your kind comment on my poem. Have a great day! Peace and love, Audrey

  1. Date: 1/10/2010 10:49:00 PM
    Hey, Elaine, I am so confused, I know I read this already, very recently and that I commented on it and yet I see no comment below. I really really like this. Congratulations on your win. Very well deserved. Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 1/10/2010 7:47:00 PM
    Dear Elaine, Congratulations on your win. This poem is very beautiful as seen through a little girls eyes. Wonderful writing! Blessings, Connie

  1. Date: 1/10/2010 5:42:00 PM
    cngrats on the big win!!

  1. Date: 1/10/2010 9:42:00 AM
    Absolutely a brilliant poem and a wonderful journey you took with your great grandpa and we took with you. So heart touching and lovely reflecting the deep impressions left by that Great Captain in your mind and your Poem is leaving on our minds. love it. And Thanks a lot for your very valuable comments on my poem The Boatman's Song. With best wishes and love Ravindra

  1. Date: 1/10/2010 8:57:00 AM
    Congratulations on placing in the contes with fine example of writing and poetry a well deserved honor.

  1. Date: 1/10/2010 8:00:00 AM
    I'm sure it meant as much to your grandfather to have you on his lap as it was for you to be there, this was a wonderful poem.

  1. Date: 1/7/2010 6:05:00 PM
    Oh Laine, my heart....You honor your grandfather's memory so beautifully. I can really picture him rocking back and forth while the floorboards creeked listening to the wind as he dreamt of the sails blowing and the boat riding upon the waves of the sea. He smoked a pipe too...Ah I love the smell of the pipe! I truly believe and can feel that the spirit of our ancestors lives on through us and helps guide our way in life. I can go on...Love ya Patty

  1. Date: 1/7/2010 5:00:00 PM
    Breathtaking tribute here, Lainie ... just beautifully done. I'm trying to ignore my "school teacher-self" that is insisting that I tell you about one little typo ... smile ... in the last sentenace you have a "d' and you mean the word "an" ... at least I think thats right ... smile ... sorry, can't help myself ... LOL ...

  1. Date: 1/6/2010 12:44:00 PM
    Such a lovely memory of your grandfather! Great tribute poem, Elaine! ~ Love, Carrie

  1. Date: 1/6/2010 10:18:00 AM
    A GREAT Love poem and a fine contest entry if you like? Light & Love