Neil Higgins


Sunshine woke with the day,as galleons of ships sailed through their seas,drifting their distances to far off lands and horizon's.Maps climbed the rigging,and showed their etchings to display lines of all directions of the compass,and with itchy fingers,pointed to distant sand castles to plunder.Greedy hopes flapped their wings,as bugle lips sounded the leaping waves lament,as dancing hearts led sailors to skip their duties,and toil in sewing cloth to wrap their impending bootie.



  • Author: Neil Higgins (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 06:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Avast ya swabs and slice the braces,cut short the mane sail,and swing to starboard,or something like that 😁
  • Category: Short story
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  • Neville

    I suppose I could say this was bountiful or bootieful .. maybe not, but it made me smile just a lickle bit, but then I have a thing about pirates 🙂

  • Neil Higgins

    Thanks Neville.Used to play pirates on the beach at Weston But that's another story 🏴‍☠️

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