Frank Cortazo Poems

They gathered together for one final day
With him who had joined them in much work and play
In that childhood year that had come to an end
And now, a farewell to him, they wished to send. A small book for images to be secured
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Upon the vast sea, in an hour so late
A ship would appear, sailing silent and straight,
Its many oars pushing the water to tear
A path that, in moments, no more would be there. The sails of its masts stood so gallantly high
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One day, three black birds that were perched very high,
Could be seen against the blue face of the sky,
One over a pole with the others upon
The line that it held, through which much sound had gone. Why they were perched up there, nobody could say;
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