Lines hold ship most fast.
She rests now loading copra.
Scallywag sails soon.
Captain and mate check seams' tar.
High and vast seas will wait them.
Categories:
copra, sea,
Form: Free verse
Fair winds blow this day and my ship waits for
my return to take her close past Cape's End.
We are fitted, laden low of white ore,
copra taken clear of pier sheds that bend
following shore to native village, Portfriend.
Scallywag will sail soon only waiting
tide that's high and my command to yea send
schooner into breeze with sheets full sighing.
I will hate to leave this island, Sooling.
England waits, but my heart stays here by you.
Always I'll remember those hours sharing
night's embrace within your home of bamboo.
Don't sob Sooling. Trade winds blow strong east, west.
I'll return to you or never find rest.
Categories:
copra, sad love,
Form: Sonnet
This time in June as days are fair and bright,
Brig Copenhagen takes her leave from coast
to sail on Java's way for copra white.
Bet's made with schooner Captain Jake that most
in Brigantine returns first,aye, our boast.
The sheets are filling wide with breeze this day,
to gentle Zephyr we lift high a toast.
Swells go past oak boards showing gleams of spray
Toward Java we run free without delay
Good time lest blame foul weather moves our way.
Categories:
copra, voyage,
Form: Rhyme