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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On an azure expanse without prospect or sail the debris of my ship rent asunder from gale as I float, the last salt to endeavor my breath my mates sent to Davey Jone's locker in death I am lashed to this length of the mizzen, adrift as swells rock me gently and ship riggings shift it's too many days now I've been without water parched to my marrow the sun growing hotter I've now resigned grace, if I give up the ghost and I think on the treasures of life I love most I remember my time in the crow's nest a-sway puff cheeks of the moon on the tail of the day the glow of the wake as the drift ever churned and the dancing of St. Elmo's fire as it burned oh the heavens - as dark as the deepest abyss yet alight with a blush from the Milky Way's kiss a thousand suns setting and not one the same young lasses in port with bright tresses aflame the yawp of the sails, e'er the ship came about a yell from the nest when we'd spotted a spout the cold slap of spray as a cap broke too soon or Luna's night dance like ten million doubloon well ... the ocean can't hold all the rules that I've bent but I float off to sleep on these billows content ever sure that this seafarer's life was well-spent and my only fit grave, this ol' sea, heaven-sent aye, my only fit grave, this ol' sea ... ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Rattling Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
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