Charles Schuyler Neuhauser

A Sailor's Odyssey - Poem by Charles Schuyler Neuhauser

We trim the knotted lines,

and cleave the cobalt sea,

a daring crew our kind,

we hardly sail for lee.

Who knows which man led us,

nor for what purpose we fare,

yet we sail for we were thrust,

into the blistering air.

The delicate expanse of fields,

are leveled as by drought.

The gale engulfs the gallant shield,

of a hull to which we are devout.

Do us weary men abide?

Is there any potential glee?

So free of cause we swiftly ride,

slicing through the churning sea.

A daring crew our kind,

we hardly sail for lee.

Yet the drought clenched the field,

and the wheat fell to its knees.

Soon a gust ensured its fate,

like the wind that howls past the sails,

So now we ride in a happy state,

cruising through those foggy veils.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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