Old Sailor Remembers

An Old Sailor Remembers

I’m at the shore like long before
On old familiar sand
To search the seas
And memories
A spy glass in my hand

I spy with my little eye
A ship upon the sea
With sails aloft
The breeze so soft
It barely seems to be
The captain stands and barks commands
The crew all hear him shout
They jump right in
The spinners spin
She turns to come about
The sails flap; I hear the clap
She's flying wild and free
And I can see that she like me
Is where she's meant to be
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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