Camden Harbor
I watched from hill as the sailing ships
pulled out of Camden Harbor;
slivers on the great Atlantic
bobbing to and fro
filled with souls who craved the sea
like the aging sailor, me,
like the youth who joined a crew;
shipmates always, always true
for lives depended on
the wood stay on the surface
as we fished beneath the sun
then brought our catch
to the shores of Maine
where we shared the cold
plus the snow and rain,
where we docked the boat
telling old fish tales,
and of songs sung by great whales.
Blinddream 08/2012
I watched from hill as the sailing ships
pulled out of Camden Harbor;
slivers on the great Atlantic
bobbing to and fro
filled with souls who craved the sea
like the aging sailor, me,
like the youth who joined a crew;
shipmates always, always true
for lives depended on
the wood stay on the surface
as we fished beneath the sun
then brought our catch
to the shores of Maine
where we shared the cold
plus the snow and rain,
where we docked the boat
telling old fish tales,
and of songs sung by great whales.
Blinddream 08/2012
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