She was but  a landlubber,
minding not dirt stained hands,
soiled knees
nor the pungent scents 
of dung scattered stalls.

Knowing as a friend 
each robin and squirell...
nurturing each seed sown 
every blossom grown. 

How then did she find herself
called back to the sea,
back to the knowns,
the fearsome unknowns
of its fickle magestic power
where lived creatures
barren of warmth
and soil out of reach.

She was a landlubber
now but a fledgling gull
perched precariously
on the shoulders
of her sea faring man...
riding the crest of new life,..
blind to the wake.