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Dakota Brockway Poem
To Broken Boat
Whose land is lost, once more
To sail again, is life to end
So far outcast, the distant shore
With lines untied, the tide a friend
Whose hull, strengthened by years
To waves, rocking a lullaby
So worn, washed by tears
The heavens weep, for why to cry
Whose masts torn, to stop and think
To Broken Boat, the sea adrift
So holy the bilge, it knows not sink
With time so short, this life a gift
-Dakota Brockway
Copyright © Dakota Brockway | Year Posted 2013
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