Doug Blair

Rookie - 134 Points (April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Book Travels - Poem by Doug Blair

To read again

And nothing stirs

But Spot down

At my feet.

It's late and still

This racking cough.

The lights now

Spot our street.

But I am gone

No patient I

But crew-man

Out to sea

With Silver slick

And 'Jim-me-boy'

And paradise for free.

And jungle trails

And buried loot

As blood boils

Maddeningly.

Now 'look alive'

And 'trim the sheets'

And 'tow your line

Old chaps'.

A bed my sloop

A night sky thrills

A dog first-mate perhaps.

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Comments about Book Travels by Doug Blair

  • Gold Star - 31,158 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/27/2013 7:47:00 AM)

    A dog first-mate, night sky thrills. good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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