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Old Sailors,
too old
to sail the seas,
bound to the land
hold salty memories
close to their hearts,
while their bodies,
like their boats,
age and fall apart.
In sweet reveries
of sunsets
pink in the sky,
gales that did blow
and seagulls on high,
old sailors nod
and dream and pray
of sailing high seas
again someday.
Carolyn Brunelle
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Bob Gibson (6/22/2008 4:39:00 PM)
Sailing in the dead of night, the milky way on a moonless night
shooting stars, the engines drone, being many miles from home
the many moods of the sea, memories for eternity!
a lovely poem Carolyn |
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