~Sail
#1 of Poetry
It's what happens when you write about former pirates down on their luck . . . remembering the glory days, lost love and friends of old.
Enjoy.
~Lev
Catch the wind in mainsails high,
Race the dark and stormy skies.
Land Ahoy! To port we ride,
And there we drink our hearts to nigh.
'Twas a pirates' ship we met,
Swords were drawn and bowstrings bent.
Fight and die! Did we cry,
And on the crew gave we death.
Catch a lass's kiss so sweet,
In the meadow did we meet.
Oh, Aye! I love you so,
Please stay with me 'till I go.
I lay here dying but at rest,
A cutlass blade through my chest.
Oh! I am sorry to tell,
That I won't return to your breast.
Even as the light now fades,
Still I see your flawless face.
Kiss me, love! I'll see you soon,
I'll be watching down from grace.
Catch the wind in mainsails high,
Race the dark and stormy skies.
Land Ahoy! To port we ride,
And there we drink our cares to nigh.
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