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Swept

" Swept "

'Tis with heart heavy meownself so say~
That which doth trouble me then thus this day~
'Twere she a schooner fine & so grand~
'Twere not she longer in mind's eye demand~

I've swept me brow with turmoil~
Foundered me sets with gargoyle~
Rounded well Horn a'winter cold~
Naught whot ayre e'er thus bold~

She's a'down well nigh a'weather~
Runnin' now light as lost feather~
Smirk now a'from under 'er bow~
Alas! 'Tis e'er whot ayre a'blow~

'Tis a'sea whot ayre 'er goal~
Akin mare & silliest foal~
Nay! Not yet cries voice below~
She with sea doth yet smoothly flow~

SeaWolf
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Funom Makama Date: 6/11/2012 5:42:00 AM This is great... I really enjoyed it. Nice to get such a blessing in such a beautiful monday afternoon. Login to Reply

Laura Breidenthal Date: 12/27/2011 1:02:00 PM What a beautiful, well written masterpiece! It produces such awesome imagery in my head and illustrates an interesting atmosphere. I love your style. Keep up the splendid work. Always, Laura Login to Reply

Elizabeth Wesley Date: 12/16/2011 9:54:00 AM Smooth sailing on the sea or in real life is what we'd all love to have, Unfortunately the storms always lurk to try us. Smooth sailing to you dear Seawolf, may your sails be full of gentle breezes. :) Login to Reply Caribbean Seawolf Date: 12/16/2011 10:15:00 PM Ahhhh... but it's the storm .. is it not? the storm is that which we hold dear after all. And thusly so 'tis meown very thought that while the calm following sea and those gentle breezes may be the fancy of many... Alas... for me 'tis yet still the Steep Seas & Howlin' Damn Gales! SeaWolf