The Stores

Mak ready, coil th’ ropes

Set your stores ablow.

fair th’ hulls

load the tuns

an’ th’ flagons

stow the oakum

An’  blacken th’ sides wi’ pitch

Mak ready for th’ roll o’ th’ sea . . .

Th’ sirens be a calling

Th’ sea beasties in oor wake

Shed thair tears fo’ our course intae

Th’ great unknown

Beyon’ th’ Great Sargasso Sea

Be it known by their wives and young’uns

They sailed into th’ legendary deep

In search of destination

Raise a toast tae their fair landing

May there be a welcome home

A safe harbour to drop their anchor

A hearth tae keep them warm

Brothers in arms tea keep them safe

Meat roasting on th’ spit an’

Grog tae wash it down,

A net for them to sleep

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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