riding waves of indiscriminate height
three masted sails drawn in tight
hatches battened down
ports sealed against storms might
wheel house manned & at the ready
through life’s fight she holds steady
worry & anguish is life’s hurricane
depression & anger actually keeps us sane
calming is the oceans breath
riding high without ballast
deal we all do with life’s light till found by death
© ed ~ 9/01/08
it's a nice trip, to the candy shop,
where bon-bons play,
on the sunny beach at Peppermint Bay ..."
A TAUT write for the Ship of Life -
Shiver me Timbers -
YO-HO-HO - and a bottle of RUM, MATEY!
Not much of a Critic, nor a Mocker -
make sure to Avoid -
Old Davy Jones' Locker!
Any Port in a Storm - TK.
~W~
Blessings, Love, and More of the same, please - Micke
Peace,
Dan
Fee
Edwin
You are so freindly and would do great for the people on the ship.