Schooner Poems - Poems about Schooner

I remember the road to pilate farm, It was a never land. I rode in the galley with pilate pirate, it was a roaring galley rowing. It was ice-bounding through the night, young frozen hearts beneath Clotilda. hundred and ten suspended lives, thirteen days shadowed silence. forty five suns dipped the blue horizon alas Alabama and down the sea Clotilda a new world in...

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The schooner On the flatland between the vales, I could see the sea I had walked uphill for a long time, after the downhill and the way to the coast, it was easy, but it was getting cold, I wore a light navy uniform (Furlough) I saw a protest house of worship on its own no other Houses nearby this...

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The bay lies in repose at dusk while a single-sail schooner plows through the placid green, Bright tangerine streaks blend with magenta and gold, as...

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I would like to purchase a prairie schooner if you please. The car salesman was brand spanking new. He had to ask several other salesmen what a prairie schooner was. None of them knew, so he “Googled” it. Is this what you mean? He asked, showing her a photo of a prairie schooner. Yes she said. “And I want it...

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Schooner On a Schooner It may have been later or possibly sooner, We drank another schooner on a schooner; While wind prevailed, Down schooner sailed; We became idiots who were an early bloomer.  Jim Horn...

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"'Twas a dark and stormy night," begins many intriguing tales, But it WAS a dark and stormy night along the craggy coast of Wales! Along its rugged shores, mighty gale-swept waves roiled and crashed. Adding to the fury of the night, thunder roared and lightning flashed! Out in Cardigan Bay the schooner Orion struggled to keep afloat. Her rigging was...

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a schooner at sea regarded through the glasses here, it is silent 5/3/2015...

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The Schooner On the flatland between the vales I could see the sea, had been walking uphill for a long time now, after the plain it was downhill and the way to the coast was easy enough only it was getting cold and I wore a light navy uniform. (had been on furlough) Then I saw a...

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A perfect Sunday, as only god can make The skies the barometer, tend to set the mood This day clouds…oh, so wooly white Like sheep grazing… among the blossom blue Sunshine’s accents must be added too Dad, magnificent in his Sabbath greys Mom in dress pastels pink I and brother with our ties Sisters in their outfits, scarlet lemon rainbow’s paint Upon this most...

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