In my cabin waiting to go ashore.
Outside I heard some noise galore.
Then someone is knocking on my door.
I was in my home pacing the floor.
Footsteps running chasing the boar.
Then someone is knocking on my door.
I was doing an unlikeable chore
Then I lay down attempting to snore.
Then someone is knocking on my door.
Watching the morning sun begin to soar.
A crowd gathers close by at the moor.
Then someone is knocking on my door.
Copyright © September 28, 2011 by Lowell Bergeron