For the love of salt and sea

For the love of Salt and Sea A man, Standing tall and feelin free. With his old raggedy clothes, Pipe And his sunburnt nose. On the bow of Ole Navy, Just watching, And waiting for the Jubilee. With a voice that is raspy, Calling out For his old dog Scrappy. The sun will soon be risen, nets to be lowered, boats could be seen on the horizon. For the love of salt and sea, A man, Whose home was never in Tennessee. Bent to touch waters of blue, A smile, A rendezvous. A knowing, His days were coming to a close, Peering deep, forgoing. For the love of salt and sea A longing Now a spirit set free. © Deborah Seale Schnadelbach