Poetry: Day Thirty

Deploy
The mizzen mast
Belay
The yardarms
Ahoy
The crows are nesting
Trim
The bosun
Treasure
Treasure
Treasure
Hand me that map again
I think
We know which way the wind blows
Cast off
Your vote
Counts in the long run

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2 Responses to Poetry: Day Thirty

  1. Sean Wright says:

    I hear there’s treasure buried in Ashgrove. Aharrr!

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