Treasure Island

Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Book Travels


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.

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Book Travels by Doug Blair )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The real wasteland, Peter Hall
  2. Known In This Town, Edward Kofi Louis
  3. The Veil, Peter Hall
  4. You Made Me A Fool, Edward Kofi Louis
  5. Only aim, gajanan mishra
  6. The Wheelchair Butterfly, James Tate
  7. Crickets, Jayatissa Liyanage
  8. I can feel your love, Jesus James Llorico
  9. Grabbing The Winds, Edward Kofi Louis
  10. Christianity is, Peter Hall

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Ernest G Moll

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]