Mariner Comes Home Poem by chas garcia

Mariner Comes Home



We reach the bay of Serenity after a long journey,
I Captain Wallaby returning from the sea.
how I yearned to be home once again. an free.

As I stand on a bollard, I plainly see my room, protruding
from the mountain side, no one knowing I am here but me.

no family or friends to greet me, as they did not know of my
return.
my rocking chair awaits me, my pipe on a stand, the
tobacco stale, will need replacing, my only demand.

I shall sit on my chair, gaze the harbor, catch up on all my
readings, of my logs, maybe more, I shall reminisce of the
hardships encountered on the sea, and more, I shall understand.

I shall tell my tales to all who will listen, drink their ale,
and when I had enough return to my habitat, drink more ale.

Soon I will tire of this solitude seeking the excitement
of the sea.
as no sea faring man to waste his time, as no challenges does
he see.

Here I shall remain until I get the call, from her Majesty The Queen.
to sail her ship which lies silently in the harbor,
being prefitted for a journey.
Or'e the earth once more.seeking cotton, tea, and maybe more.
.
How I yearn for the sea once again.
Captain Wallaby.

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Honolulu, Hawaii
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