By Charles McGrory - Scotland
The Dream-Ship tugs ... with the stirring of the sea
The creaking tackle ... breaks the stillness of the dawn.
While morning dew glistens ... chill in the thin light.
Hushed voices knock on the hollow air.
Ropes run out, halyards running,
Shaking her sails as flapping happy wings,
My Ship wakens from her sleep
To slip and slide thro the ruffled water
Ropes alive, tiller kicking,
Bow wave tumbling, hissing,
Quivering ... she leans … to hear the whispers of the wind.
As she dips in gentle curtsey to the heave of the ocean roller,
The clouds rush by on the ocean of the sky
Sunlight dances on the golden brine.
Bear up! My Ship … that we may find,
The promise of this day, that's yours and mine!
Copyright © Charles McGrory
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