Idyll Of The Pelican Poem by Joshua Bosworth

Idyll of The Pelican far away from sea
It’s that earthy smell again, reconciles me
To the dirt that’s on my feet and under bended knee.

The Pelican’s a kingly seat, a boat that’s run aground
Forsaken by the river time while she was homeward bound
But in this journey pantomime such beauty I have found

She lies there listing just to port, her mast of oak held high
The beech and elm, for their retort, race to reach the sky
Old sails green leaves protest the breeze when ere it passes by

This lends the scene an airy ease transcending all my words
Both charming me, cajoling me, and echoing the birds
It has become my shrivery untrampled by the herds.

That’s why I come here, why I love the woods, The Pelican
For only here I rise above, becoming more than man
With but the breeze, a ship, and trees, all that I will I can