Saling Poem by Bruce Schwab

Saling



Tonight my ship rides the mighty swell of life,
The storm so great the sails furled away and safe.
The spray and splash sting my hardened face.
Scarce I should care, the course I guide my own,
Set to leave the night behind and drive into the dawn.

Thursday, March 30, 2017
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