As soon as I step upon the deck
Of any boat or ship afloat
I feel at home and ready to roam
The ocean wide come wind or tide,
Cast off the ropes, sky-high my hopes
And full of joy like some young boy.
So come with me, let’s put to sea,
Shrug off the years, forget our fears,
Together sail through storm and gale
Hand in hand and far from land
Yet safe and sound—not homeward bound
For home is here just where we are,
Happy to be—safe on the lap of our mother, the sea.
Now this is something else! What a wonderful way you have with the double rhyming thing, Very clever indeed. I really did enjoy this one immensely Sincerely Ernestine
This is nice, Peter. I like the rhymes within each line...and the message. I'm ready to get on a ship and sail away. This poem is compelling, along with the pull of the sea. Raynette
I like your poem but you obviously don't suffer from sea sickness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it, i miss home. from portsmouth and living in LA 4 now....mmm