Old Sailor
OLD SAILOR
The old sailor sat on a sea wall
Watching heaving swell of dancing waves
Crowned with foam of swirling white
Hearing shrill cries of seagulls.
Feeling salty spray on weathered face
Closes his eyes remembering
Times long gone of his seafaring youth
Spent beneath mast and billowing sail.
Friends lost overboard in raging storms
And climbing slippery rigging
Pulling in sails, lashing them to yardarms
As monstrous waves broke over the ship.
Shore leave with girl in every port
Getting drunk and spending all his pay
Returning to the ship and hard life on board
Sailor with unruly sea as his home.
Colin Ian Jeffery
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