The Seafarer

Seafarer sat by the turbulent sea Watching the offing and watching the waves; Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made; Photographs earmarking the good ole days, The mariner clutched inside his hands He long for the billows, brine, and the glade - To brave the waves on his boat once again “Clarice and I, sailed the seven seas!” He’d boast to beachgoers every day Vivid tales, made him a celebrity As he talked about quests in lands far away The people convened at summer’s end To make the seafarer’s wish come true They repaired the sailor’s battered friend - So he could return to the oceans blue Seafarer sat on the turbulent sea Watching the offing and watching the waves; Smiling with small teeth, the color of tea Recalling journeys and the friends he’d made;