Slippery Brow Poem by Thomas Adams

Slippery Brow



Tumbling with the rise and fall I love my ship so much.
I live this time on sea and sun, exude my salty touch.
Soaked, I brave the slippery brow or aft my helping hand.
For I'd rather ride the waves for now than walk along the sand.


Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Sep/2001
Sedalia, Mo.

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