The pale orb in full rapport,
reflected light through night explore.
On rippling seas from yon to shore,
make way to home by sale and oar.
Taut the ropes, the timbers bound
in ancient art through toil resound.
On oceans calm and fierce, she sound,
abides the breeze when passage found.
Together we, we haul alone,
hemp and timber, skin and bone.
Cold the nights, the morn atone,
to cast again and reap the foam.
Bear the squalls, the swells beware,
hold the nerves and make repair.
Read the past for futures there,
the ocean’s moods can curse and swear.
For held she fast, my fateful craft,
braved the storms and stayed the wrath.
Oh, mighty thee from fore to aft,
we be as one in honest graft.
Our labours end to tack our sail,
homeward bound, pray kindly gale.
The northern star to never fail,
our friend above, our Holy Grail.
Tonight the ocean placid be,
the pale orb horizons see.
With peace of mind to home and thee,
my maiden fare, my haven she.
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Tony Grannell (
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lovely written
Hello, Friendship,
Thank you very much for taking the time to read and respond. Kind of you, my friend.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Another favorite my friend. Your craftmanship in these poetic yarns is beyond compare. I could taste the salt air and feel the sea spray in this one. I am no seafaring man but have been out in gales and felt the force of the waves. A lovely write Tony
Hello, Soren,
Your words are music to my ears, inspiring and greatly valued with much appreciation.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Always a pleasure Tony
Dear Tony, what a magnificent way to make it home to your beloved, this is what makes poetry all your imagery your emotion and your truly inspiring rhyme, such a talent sir. 🌹 I found myself wishing I too could go home. 🌹
Hello, Teddy,
Your lovely words find me in much cheer and for that, I do thank you ever so much.
Fond regards,
Tony.
I'm sure this Scene was replayed many times over the Centuries with Sailors heading Homeward.
Another fine Poem. .
Hello, Kevin,
A wonderful feeling, heading home and terra firma as many a seafaring man must have experienced. Very kind of you to drop by.
Fond regards,
Tony.
My Pleasure.
Wow, Tony! This took me straight back to the age of tall ships and sailors navigating by the stars. There's something romantic about that era, although I'm fairly certain I'd be begging for dry land after the first serious squall! LOL! Really enjoyed this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hello, Tristan,
Romantic in poetry but in real life you are correct - begging for dry land. As now and always your words are very much appreciated, my friend.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Must ask,Tony: Have you a nautical background? But this be before your time....unless.....
I smelt the salt and was aware af the creaking timbers as everything was squared away.
Do enjoy your shore leave,
Dave
Hello, Dave,
I have sailed, trawler fished and grasped many an oar, a nautical background, no, but I would have loved to have sailed a lot more, but the future looks promising - I know a man; as they say. I really appreciate you dropping by.
Fond regards,
Tony.
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