Resting At Night
RESTING AT NIGHT
At evening when the sun dried the boards
And the wind dropped to a lulling sway
We sat like lords
Of all we survey
Listening to the fiddle of the cook
And all the while giving a furtive look
Toward the captain's door
And his terrible roar
Which in the daylight
Commanded grog or flog
But ordered scriptures by night
Leaving us all agog
8 October 2019
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Note - this is another exerpt from my longer poem, “Discovery of America”,
the real story of men against the sea in 1492.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2019
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