Sunday, November 26, 2017

Canvas 1,099



Canvas 1,099

November 26, 2017




7 comments:

*** said...

of one mind

William Michaelian said...

eye sea

*** said...

High C

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...


High Waves

The wind tore the mainsail and the rope broke,
swung the boom and tipped us. I lost the helm!
We floundered, so I'm sorry.
Then, lifted by the swell, I grabbed the wheel again,
made her steady and got her back on course.

The sea clutched the keel and swung her 'round,
crossways to the current. We lost the jib but
were righted by the well, again corrected.
So I'm sorry, but you must trust me with my ship.
I have no control over this ocean, you see,
nor the flotsam and storms spread upon it.

But I know her pitch and roll, can name her every line.
You haven't sailed the seas I have, don't know my charts
so don't pretend to read the compass.
The tack she sails is mine. I know her every rope
and the cargo that she carries is very precious.
I carry my own life's hope.

Copyright 2009 - Tall Grass & High Waves, Gary B. Fitzgerald




William Michaelian said...

Aye! I love it.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Harrr...matey!

*** said...

Aye love it 2 ! Thanks, Gary...