The Schooner

The Schooner On the flatland between the vales I could see the sea, had been walking uphill for a long time now, after the plain it was downhill and the way to the coast was easy enough only it was getting cold and I wore a light navy uniform. (had been on furlough) Then I saw a protestant house of worship, but it was there on its own no other houses to be seen not even a lone light from a farm. A window was open and since it was also getting dark I was tired I climbed in and rested on a pew. Fell asleep, awoke and heard organ music the church was full of matelotes singing psalms. The pastor spoke about sin, redemption and god’s glory, then his flock silently left. Dawn, I saw a magnificent sunrise, continued my walk to coast. In a morning open café I told a girl behind the counter where I had slept, she looked confused as far as she knew the church was torn down years ago since it was haunted, as it was built of planks of a schooner that ran aground with loss of all hands.