["Windjammer" first appeared in Poetry online, The World's Largest Poetry Society, 2007. It was reprinted in my "Ashes on the Snow, Createspace, 2010.]
We meandered along the cays in June Our blistered feet untoughened, White with ooze and sand Caring the least for nothing Save taut sail and steady breeze And good news from home. Cap steered as rudder let The clipper sensed his notion While the mainsail bloomed above us And billows tossed the ocean, We thought of dusk and port And good news from home. When our vessel slapped the shore We went in search of life and laughter And found our legs again, A time for jollying after We talked of days ahead And good news from home. FIRST PLACE WINNER Entered in "All Yours" Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.