Hesperus
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( In honor of my historical neighbor, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, whose family's summer home is about a mile from where I live )
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The captain shook his head, lost in his thought
His daughter was his dear and treasured prize
So blessed he'd been to have her on his yacht
Her joyous heart and bright blue mama's eyes
But now that one sweet choice became unwise
They'd left the port in fairest skies and breeze
The old wood ship set sail with grace and ease
But when the midday sun had reached its mark
The day turned bleak and higher grew the seas
With all the world about them dimmed and dark.
Proud captain lashed his daughter to the mast
Tho' wrapped in tartan wool to keep her warm
An angry sea's cold maw yawned white, aghast
No schooner yet, had weathered such a storm
Out of the north-northeast in monstrous form
'Dear Father' cried the girl 'We're soon to drown!'
'No, not a chance', he lied, 'She'll ne'er go down!'
'She's built to stand the strongest winter gale!'
Though on his daughter's face, a frozen frown
For she was long since silent ... dead and pale.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Dizain" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2021
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