On that night the wind blew sharp- the cold, a crisp cut sheet.
While waves played toss with oaken boats and ships of ice.
Musketted men fell row on row in rickety boats of wood.
While one, above all, stood as of iron, the wind a passing fancy.
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Well conceived and nicely penned with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful rendition of words. Thanks for sharing Howard.