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O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
  and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
  where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
And I echo back to that flickered light
  when the fires of youth burned in you and me -
your joust a friendly repulse to my smite
  in our own sometime age of fu-ckery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
  so stoke the fires that blaze up on the Firth -
think on its mortal flame, its living sound
  how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
O Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.


               Written: June 2010

         For CB on his 50th Birthday


Note: The Tor (pictured) is a rocky outcrop
         in the East Coast Bays on the northern 
         beaches of Auckland, New Zealand.

         Captain is a reference from a Walt 
         Whitman line. It was an epithet CB
         would often jokingly refer to me as.

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