Treasure Island

Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Book Travels


To read again

And nothing stirs

But Spot down

At my feet.

It's late and still

This racking cough.

The lights now

Spot our street.

But I am gone

No patient I

But crew-man

Out to sea

With Silver slick

And 'Jim-me-boy'

And paradise for free.

And jungle trails

And buried loot

As blood boils

Maddeningly.

Now 'look alive'

And 'trim the sheets'

And 'tow your line

Old chaps'.

A bed my sloop

A night sky thrills

A dog first-mate perhaps.

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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