Trade Winds

a fishing shack hid in a foggy morn boards cracked and weathered too much to save like the face of an old fisherman who waits on a coarse pebble beach for his last wave boards cracked and weathered too much to save grass and hay claimed a champion of the sea who waits on a coarse pebble beach for his last wave a chair captured a soul that sailed free grass and hay claimed a champion of the sea her sails once danced in a Northern gale a chair captured a soul that sailed free now memories shared with a pint of ale her sails once danced in a Northern gale fish was salted and traded for sugar and rum now memories shared with a pint of ale stories of islands and storms long gone