Windfilled Sails Poem by Cat Tiger

Windfilled Sails



Windfilled sails send worthy ships
Racing along the surf.

Cut the lines, the bow declines
in a bobbing, slapping dearth

'mid angry waves and drifting staves
scorched by a burning sun...

So taut the lines! Strain the pines!
Slash the bounding main!

Be not afraid of the course we've made.
Let hardy adventure reign!

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Cat Tiger

Cat Tiger

Memphis, Tennessee
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