Barry Middleton

Dead Reckoning - Poem by Barry Middleton

How far a distance have I come
since last I set my course?

The tide has run, the wind has blown,
to steer me with their force.

And so I fear I'm nowhere near
the safety of the port.

And which direction should I sail,
if refuge lies athwart.

I look upon the starboard view,
the sun is going down,

so I will take a westward tack,
where harbor may be found.

For this is how the journey goes,
a calculated plea,

with only hope to guide the ship,
and save me from the sea.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, sailing

Comments about Dead Reckoning by Barry Middleton

  • Margaret O Driscoll (1/30/2016 4:43:00 PM)

    Hope is a wonderful guide, lovely write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 29, 2017

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