Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise,
and, in addition to several other islands,
anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts,
where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived,
and still bears traces of his presence today,
in various parts, pieces and bits.
When our windjammer Skipper informed us,
'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,'
I avoided the former, sought out the latter,
and, as a matter of fact, a good time was had,
for no sooner had I ducked under,
two feet from the waterline,
in about one foot deep (shallow) water,
tho' visibility was, in inches, no more than nine,
I espied a white clay churchwarden pipe,
which I retrieved, broken, not whole,
with one third of the stem, and most of the tobacco-burned bowl.
1787, Nelson married the widow Fanny Nisbet on Nevis,
and, as the island he was about to depart,
'Desist smoking or else!'
Horatio may have heard her insist or impart,
and that which I found, I've a mind to say,
was his very last pipe, he'd reluctantly tossed overboard,
on that sunny day, when, as Captain of Boreas, he sailed away.
Categories:
windjammer, boat, character, fun, journey,
Form: Rhyme
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.
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Categories:
windjammer, adventure, sea,
Form: Free verse
A Beautiful Sailing Ship
Great white sheets spread before Auster's wind seem to fly.
She sails ocean rout's course coming from East Indies.
My eyes take in ship's sight: be her goods Celanese?
High top-gallants with main-royals full blown in sky.
Gale speeds merchantman's race toward home with pennant high.
White capped bowsprit now seen pitching through waves with ease.
Spray goes by the boards - rainbows in a right strong breeze.
SeaQueen makes for where huge London town markets lie.
She takes tea and cloth, jewels from Maylay Isles.
Cargo's weight is worth nine million in sterling paid.
Sleek windjammer still needs travel far thousand miles.
Fine East Indian prize conducting Bombay trade.
Bold coast pirates could be menace with corsair wiles.
Queen's speed keeps her well safe- no chance of carvel raid.
Copyright © ramfire ... [2002-07-11 09:42:33]
Categories:
windjammer, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
“O’Reilly! …what’ll I do with Miss Glamour?
She’s me girl, but can no longer stand ‘er:
- Farts all the time
- for no reason or rhyme …”
That’s easy, mate … Buy a windjammer!
Categories:
windjammer, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form: Limerick