Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

Going Home

GOING  HOME

How sweet to be swept by the tide
At last from this ocean  earth-wide
And soon on the horizon  to   comb 
For the mist-wrapped mountains of home.  

Women mending  nets,  men  at their ropes
Know we are coming,  our cargo their  hopes.
To hear their words, see their faces my heart beats
With the steady thrum of the breeze in the sheets.

My soul  is  worn  and  I cannot speak.
Snap of  canvas and the halyard’s creak
Recall those endless days of fatigue  -
But  tell  me we are closer  league by  league.

From  salt-spawned days without number
The easy sway of the timbers
And the dip and plash of the prow
Are  bringing me home  from the brine  now.

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Andrea Dietrich July 12, 2013 at 6:31 PM This is a manly poem and a nostalgic one as well~ I sure like it. soupmail right away

Liz Walsh January 15, 2011 at 10:05 AM Lovely poem - Sydney - did alot of dinghy sailing when I was young -there is nothing like being out on the water - particularly when there is a bit of a wind. You have written this beautifully! Liz

The Situation January 15, 2011 at 10:01 AM a sailors tale of homesickness. artful and well told