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He put to sea west south-west in a small cabin amidships - stole away in an unknown quest, salty ocean brine wet on his lips In the fires of smoke and light Neptune raised his trident, and led safe passage in the night as stormy seas grew more violent Into locks and narrow canal tide the gates of Panama ahead, betwixt two oceans a great divide, “no turning back now” a voice said Starboard to port, stern to bow - the turbines below deck on. He’d be back someday, somehow but alas not for a long time gone He saw the waves pound so high and scowl of tempest wind, until shadows off her bow slip by in the playground of the dolphin As a warm ocean breeze rolled in he’d hear that droning hull - feel the pitch of the sea in motion and watch the albatross and gull Ahoy, a long way from land afar into the Tasman a sea rover. No longer shone the Northern Star but soon his journey would be over The blue lagoons on Tahiti’s door lay far from his island home - like Columbus and Magellan before in foreign lands not unlike his own South Sea islands we bid farewell deep into southern latitudes - lifeboat drills did sound the bell lest we sail a sea of vicissitudes “Last port of call” I mused aloud as over the ship ropes toss. O’ Land of the Long White Cloud sailed I on the SS Southern Cross Written: July 1994

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