Merriam Webstircrazy Poem by Keith Michael

i sat at the kitchen window and looked at to the wharf. the smell of the the surf came in with the rolling tide. you could see the ghosts of the unloved sailers out at sea, and just knew it was a lonely place, a lonely feeling. and how is it with the skies so grey, that these same men risk their lives for us? have they no sense of urge, or understanding how much they are needed at home. Or is it that they are just too brave and willing to give their all when it was least and most needed. they picked up their anchors and set sail, leaving behind a life, a wife, and children, and traveling to an unfamiliar landscape with roadblocks abound. And 3000 miles away, all they know, is put on hold