Rope Rigging and Mast

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Spring days have come and gone,

Summer's warmth has passed.

Captain now completes his log,

By lamplight, shadows cast.

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His thoughts turn to the men he lost,

Ink dries upon worn page.

Men of bold, uncommon strength,

Claimed by a sea enraged.

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Beckoned from below,

He stands in contemplative thought.

Immersed in murky silence,

Wrought by autumn's fog.

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Faithful sun begins its climb,

'Neath gray and misty veil.

One more day of travel,

Homeward bound they sail.

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Crew are busy at their tasks,

A brief and hearty hail.

Men and boys prepare the ship,

Eagerly hoist the sails.

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Captain takes his place,

Strong hands upon the wheel.

Canvas blossoms with the wind,

Cold water cut by keel.

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Brilliant rays of sunshine,

Remind him of his bride.

Sudden light of laughter,

Shining in her eyes.

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Sky of azure blue,

Throws diamonds on the sea.

Lifts the glass to his eye,

"Soon, I'll be with thee."

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His gaze upon the distant shore,

Sees roses still in bloom.

Eager, hopeful, searching eyes,

Behold her tiny form.

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Susan Brackett

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To the builders of the boats, of times long past.

Ignite your imagination.

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