War Sloop Poem by Donald Seyerle
War Sloop
Out of Nantucket by New England coast,
The mainsail is unfurled in a light breeze,
Jib waiting for an ocean breeze.
A starboard tack is not to be found;
The port tack somewhere around;
Island coast listless;
a setting before me.
The sloop Jeremiah rides the crest
At stately ocean rest.
The Captain's at the tiller,
His seaman down the cords;
The ships hull newly painted;
An artist draws.
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5/1/2024 6:34:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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