Windjammer Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

We meandered along the cays in June
Our blistered feet untoughened,
White with ooze and sand
Caring the least for nothing
Save taut sail and steady breeze
And good news from home.
Cap steered as rudder let
The clipper sensed his notion
While the mainsail bloomed above us
And billows tossed the ocean,
We thought of dusk and port
And good news from home.
When our vessel slapped the shore
We went in search of life and laughter
And found our legs again,
A time for jollying after
We talked of days ahead
And good news from home.