Riggings rattle, Nor-Easter blows,
Warning you and me and all of those
Who dare defy a power so great,
To watch and wait and stay.
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Notice of Woodpecker
By: Sev Meyer
While sitting on an old stump
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It’s Not That I Don’t Like Like... Like
(by: Sev Meyer)
(To be read in an up-talked manner)
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THE FINAL SAILING
by: Sev Meyer
With stirring winds 'neath crescent moon,
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After The Fallen Leaves
It is taken so much for granted...
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Stagnant Water
by: Sev Meyer (1996)
After many days of torrent showers
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Raised in the small village of Sackets Harbor, NY, Severien (Sev) Meyer's family valued fine literature, music and art. His dad was an excellent pianist and linguist, and his mom was an historian and wonderful artist. Sev's grandfather was a boat builder pilot on the Eastern end of Lake Ontario, and Sev, along with his brothers and sister, spent many idyllic days on the waters of Lake Ontario, and most particularly, the rustic Galloo Island. Thus, Sev has a great interest in things nautical, and has penned a few poems which reflect that interest. He recently restored a 1956 16' wooden Lyman runabout. After graduating from college with a degree in English, Sev taught high school Language Arts for four years, before beginning his career as an entertainer. From 1972 on, Sev appeared in night clubs... initially with his brother Fred as a duo, then as a single. He still performs on a regular basis in the midwest. With a genuine creative spirit, Sev has penned many pop and folk tunes, and records on a regular basis in his digital home studio. A few of his tunes can be heard at at: www.myspace.com/severien. Sev now makes his home in the historic town of Hermann, Missouri, where he continues, with his wife, to restore their 1850's cottage, and is involved in community projects and, at times, helps with and appears in local theater presentations.)
Sailors' Pride
Riggings rattle, Nor-Easter blows,
Warning you and me and all of those
Who dare defy a power so great,
To watch and wait and stay.
Seamen prattle, stories told,
Bragging loud and strong and oh so bold,
Of storms they looked right in the eye,
And lived to sail again.
Watching awed, her crashing bow,
For fame, respect, and honor now,
I ride the crest, the fearsome sea,
Perhaps... to sail again.
Sails furled, lines made fast,
In port and safe and home at last,
My sailors pride now satisfied
Bids tell my tale again.
Hello Darling, August sounds a lot like June right now. Keep on writing! Love, Your wife.