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A Salty Tale

Keep ye sight on the horizon,
land we must spy, for if we
don’t, death will be ours
in the wink of a dead
man’s eye.

The wooden hull crashes
through the white foamy waves.
Then by fate…
Land Ahoy! Land Ahoy…
bellows the boatsman’s mate.

At last my lads,
fresh water
we shall abide!

Ah! Life is adventure and
free on the bounty sea,
and ashore we shall
soon be.

As we reached the white sandy
beach of this tiny isle with
swaying palms, bronzed skin
natives greet us with trinkets
and open arms.

A fair maiden, I did spy.
Bewitched by her long,
raven queue hair, petal
soft bronze skin, and
velvet siren voice,
seductive and sweet
as sin.

She danced and swayed
back and forth in front
of the flickering orange
flames. Her emerald
eyes fixed on mine.
With in, I did gaze
until I thought
I’d go blind.

I’d traveled across this
colossal sea, and by chance
to meet this island maiden,
my love sure to be.

But on that night a giant
sunomie washed ashore,
terror for all,
that’s for sure.

Fate stole my fair maiden from me,
our love was not in the stars to be.

Sparing few, the first mate,
I and one eyed Jack to date.
My bronze skin beauty,
I know not of her fate.

Floating in the open sea,
on the trunk of a palm tree.
Saved by a passing four mast,
headed for the orient.  

Years come and years go,
the sea, from a distance
I now watch flow.

In the Queen’s navy,
I no longer sail.
And that my friend,
is my mournful
salty tale.


Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003










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