The Water’s Edge

Th’ tide hast cometh at last

and spreads into th’ harbour.

Now breech th’ tidal floor an’

Weigheth th’ anch’r stone,

Yon caravel hast been ballast’d

Maketh free below th’ wat’r line

An’  free thee from its sand‘s

Kiss th’ shores o’ thine salvation

An’ unleash th’ promise

O’ th’ sea o’ nae return.

wh’re th’ beasts o’ th’ flote

Await tae swallow thee whole.

Sooth then west until th’ winds catch th’ sails

Above th’ deadly doldrums,

Above th’ Calms of Capricorn,

Tae th’ great unknown,

To th’ Deep beyon’ th’ Great One’s reach,

Beyon’ th’ soun’ o’ God’s ain voice’

Beyon’ th’ reach o’ God’s ain loving wings

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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