Across The Sea Of Time Poem by John F. McCullagh

Across The Sea Of Time



Across the sea of time
In a cockleshell I float.
A sea of storms that threaten
my spar and tiny boat.
The fast receding continent
Is my past I’ve left behind.
The friends and family long gone
seen only in my mind.
The shore ahead a mystery
A strange and new found land
Will flights of angels guard my steps?
Or will Dragons try my hand?

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