Frank Ian Bowen
A Sailor's Dream
I gazed in awe at this beauty in wood,
in the soft morning light she suited my mood,
mellow in colour, soft browns and golds,
and I wondered what stories about her are told.
Are there battles involved, or journeys afar?
Pirates and cut-throats from which she has scars?
Were there sailors and merchants at the foot of her masts?
Has she tasted the sea? Faced terrible draughts?
Or is she really just there as a sight?