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Thru Maritime Miles-Beginnings
Thru maritime miles of meals and mates
I posed as a pirate for polishing plates
For singing a song of the surf and the sea
I traded my turf for a tempest of tea
I had to be strong when I woke up at four
To prove my own worth in a fake pirate lore
To sail the ocean and sing with the crew
And salvage my trip with a skirmish or two
The ship I was on had a world to explore
My vision of love was a lady before
The thrill of my life was about to unfold
But not as you thought by the lover you hold
The captain is crazy for treasure to dig
But he wears a patch with a debutante's wig
The lady he keeps is a cause of concern
She boils the water but can't make it burn
The ship in our sight has a passenger crew
Our pirates are strong with a victim or two
The passenger list is a joy to behold
The women are kissed by the color of gold
The pirates begin with a cannonball shot
The shape of the ship is assuredly not
The women are screaming for help to arrive
And those who resist are more dead than alive
The battle is briefer than eggs can be fried
The bodies are few by the sailors who died
The ocean is willing to swallow the dead
My notion of killing is hollow instead
The evening is still with a touch of the breeze
And even my shipmates are sailing with ease
The fish are still flapping a finicky flight
And someone is polishing silver tonight
The ocean is deep for the ships when they die
And though I should weep for the people I spy
The path of adventure is calling once more
And I am enthralled by a sea to explore
The soul of the ocean is stealing my will
By trolling emotion that lies in me still
The lull of the sea is the calm in my day
For pulling me free in a fortunate way
A whale is with us for part of our trip
She follows the lead of my old pirate ship
The peace in my life is the quiet I need
To bury my strife in a colorful read
Somewhere in my life is a beautiful wish
To find me a wife in the net of a fish
By sailing the ocean and searching the sea
And sharing my joy for the freedom in me.
Copyright ©
Bryan Norton
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