Th’ worl’ we left behind
is in tatters.
Wars, famines, plagues
Attack at oor very will tae live.
Here, oan th’ far side o’ this orb
Th’ win’ is idle.
For weeks oan end,
Not a puff tea put a billow in th’ sails.
Th’ seas are ae glassy finish,
Nae a wave,
Nae a current tae move th’ seas.
Nea a tide tae splash upon th’ san’s.
Nae a bird in th’ sky.
Nae a sign o’ change in th’ weather.
Nae a soun’ save faur our breathing
Nae water tae slake oor thirst
Nae a fish tae fill our nets.
Ere’thin is brok’n.
Tis in oor weary eyes
Tae call upon th’ god o’ sleep.
May Hypnos tak us beyon’
This weary sea.
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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.
