Sea Poem by David Harris
Sea
The sea is a mistress to sailors,
waves beckoning homeward fall,
white crested heads on a rolling tide
above a dark mysterious lair.
A ghostly mist masks the sirens wail,
come hither, come hither,
and against my rocky home fall.
However, men are men
as sailors are born to the sea,
a home from home
full of tempest lure and bounty free.
How many have fallen to Mistress, in Davy Jones locker they Eternally be...
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5/6/2024 5:57:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is lovely, truly a pleasant read. Melvina