Monday, March 8, 2010
Men of Boats
Men of boats go down to the sea;
Calloused hands and watch caps with nets
Salt crusted line of clinging barnacles
Slapping the water like a lover’s stomach
Stale cigarette smoke trapped in cold air
Exhaled by red cheeked brave in clouds
Swarthy scarred by frozen sun and rain
Intent and heroic; more hungry than proud
Soldiers go down to battle to fight;
Poets to till rich fields of dreams;
Lovers to love and laugh or cry
Men of boats go down to the sea
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