Th’ Great Brim Waters

Tis a lo’esome soun’

Th’ weary lugs fall asleep tae

Tha’ howling whispering o’ win`

Tha’ turns th’ minutes intae hours,

Tha’ frothing of th’ silen’ wake,

Underneath th’ field o’ stars,

Frae sky tae sky, through sun an’ moonly glow,

nae sight, nae hint of lan’

Splitting th’ waves thro’ fair waither or foul,

days an’ weeks steady on the course.

Starboard lies the Constant Star,

Orion’s Belt off the port.

Trade winds pushing us beyon’ th’ horizon,

Beyon’ th’ endless flote.

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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