Friday, September 23, 2011

Poem: Skipper Bound To A Desk

A skipper at the helm of a desk

His thoughts range far ahead in time and space

When will he find the time to return to that place

He dreams of wind and wave

Yet efforts now will pave

The road to freedom

Reflecting on the here and now

Treacherous currents of tide and circumstance

The compass of his heart is true

Charts to that one particular harbor firmly etched in his mind

Over briny deep and weathered storm

His course made true

by Kelvin D. Meeks
September 24, 2011 the deserts of Arizona...far from wind and wave

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