I’ll follow yon’ stream, down south to the shore,
just go, with the flow, to the sea.
I’ll take myself off to hide my heart’s hurt,
become someone else ‘stead of me.
I’ll dream and deny the pain I can’t cry,
soothe soul, in my boat, by the bay.
I’ll take the high tide, lift anchor and glide,
steal stillness and stow it away.
Rub salt in my wounds and watch them all heal,
(old Sea-Dog had taught me that ruse.)
Make coastline my home, inland will not roam,
will take up again with my Muse!
And when the dawn breaks, comes casting its spell,
a new man you’ll find on the beach:
of seafaring bent, a jack-tar content,
with heart that bad love cannot reach!
Comments
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Well me old pirate sail ye down to the pacific, find a dusky maid and sail the islands with your new shipmate. Loved the poem by the way. Alex
sea dog
Many thanks, Alex
A great sea-shanty...
I love it! ~ Geezer.
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sea dog
Many thanks, Geezer
Dear KBloor
You got the making of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course.
Long John Silver -Treasure Planet
Don't ask me why but you made me think of that quote and I think it might be applied whichever way works for you ;)
I think it's an excellent poem me matey! I don't see anything to critique.
kind regards Seren/Jayne
sea dog
Many thanks Seren, for your quote, kind comments and feedback on my poor little rhymes.
It is a sea shanty!
My only real exposure to sea shanties was through Jerry Garcia and David Grisman who recorded some obscure tunes as part of their acoustic series of recordings. This reads just like those tales.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6xbEV9xiTaU
Awesome
Tim
sea dog
Thanks Tim, I'll check out the link.
dear Blue,
this is great! much enjoyed.
*hugs, Cat
sea dog
Thank you