Malcolm Wheatman

Rookie (Kendal)


Under the wide and starry eye
Of one I've loved since time gone by...
Glad I'd have heard her glady sigh
As she lay me down with a will.

But this be the verse she cabled me:
'The hunter is home and, far from the sea,
Here he lies where you longed to be.'
And a sailor I am, still.

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