Song Of Breeze Poem by Slobodan Luchezarny

Again, again I hear the sound
And feel the smell of ship's playground
Where I have spent half life at seas
And more "Eyes front! " than "Stand at ease! "
And Life itself was measured value
Upcoming with the catchcry: "Hey, you! "
Oh, yes, we were what's called "fresh springs"
With fancy-schmancy earings,
And waves that rocked ship up-n-down
Carried away us from hometown!
Remember Gulfstream's gutty waters,
Remember wives, and brides, and daughters,
Remember mothers, sons and fathers,
Remember friends and many others? ! .
… Time passed away, we're all ashore…
Where's our ships we dreamed before?
The only thing I ever miss -
That smell of salt, and youth, and breeze…