Starboard's East
this sea
has cast its
wildest fury
for many months
relentless
aweigh
and through
the straights
into the far
and open
with wearied
sails upon
an infernal vessel
flailing madly
in the gust
but the stern
cuts the billow
aft for dreams
of home in a
quiet harbor
where anchors
will lay down
in the sand
as they have
often longed
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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