A Seaman's Tale
On the shore he sits….
With his wits…he feels the grits…
Through his feet…and in his teeths…?
Having the determination…with some affection…
Cherishing the urge…with the intention to splurge…
And the sea waits …preparing for his dates…
What will his future hold…?
Will there be stories untold…as his destiny unfold…?
The testimony of a man…who, for so long…
Has travelled…the globe…
The fishes …the boats…the sinks…the floats…
The ships …the sailors…the bunkers…the freighters…
The oils in craters…the servings of waiters…
From the bows…to the sterns…he learns…
It’s difficult…no doubt…
The experience…like mountains…
The incidents…no fountains…
No parents could teach…the limits of his reach…
A young man…his dreams…his lifelong…it seems…
To be daring…no fearing…his only caring…
On the sea…to be…where he’ll always be free…
Through strong winds…and pouring rains..,
The glaring of sunshine…the severity of pains…
The channels…the straits…
The landscapes…the oceans…
The bearings…the emotions…
Where the South…no doubt…
Is a path…to the north…?
The successes…the disasters…the writhing of waters…
Some men…gods help them…
They stare…no fear…
Yet disappear…like thin air…
His wisdom…it’s like a kingdom…
No scare…to share…
No Ivy League…or premier league…
No university…what an audacity…
No Buckingham…no Yale…
Could pass…or fail…
The vision…to sail…
Of a seaman…his tale…
Copyright © Michael Robertson | Year Posted 2015
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