The Mariner’s Grief

Na a soul finds favor,

Nae one mother’s son.

Nae even th’ cauld stanes

Find rest inside the water kip.

Na beast is cried upon.

Na air remains tae breathe

Into oor lungs.

Na single thing is new,

Na mother’s son remains

Unspotted by th’ mudge,

As caller as th’ first beam of’ light

Tah reel upon th’ dew.

Th’ sweet guff o’ spring in bluim

An’  th’ cuil breeze fro’ th’ north landz

Everythin’ is wonderment

Whe’ th’ worl’ is yun,

Whe’ th’ worl’ is yun.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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