Treasure Island

J.D.Fr The Sailor

(In Her Charming Eyes)

MY LADY


NOW SOME REALITY, IF IT CAN BE SAID TO EXIST WITHIN MY LIFE WAY...




I have a Lady,

She belongs tome,

I belong to her,

Small she, yetfast,

Sloop rigged, raked,

Teak tiller andrudder,

Shallow hulled, slim,

Yet 3000 poundsof lead,

Running deepkeeps trim,

Fiberglass, aluminum mostly,

Wood, steel hereand there,

White and blueshe,

Live aboard onecan,

Very cramped shebe,

Best for cruisesshort,

Though her legscarry far,

Not a warriorship,

A gracefulelegant gal she,

In harm’s waynever sail,

Unless of courseI at helm,

Then of courseall bets off,

For Master andCommander,

I am as I am, crazy I am,

She be the AlbusRosa,

The White Rose, my ship,

See her ensignsnap in the wind….


D. JoelForrester, ©,06, July 2010, all rights reserved. Never call a ship a boat, unless of course it is a submarine, but thenwhat self respecting ship sinks? .

Submitted: Friday, July 16, 2010

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