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AS THE WIND BLOWS
While looking at a toy pirate ship,
with my young grandson one time.
We were naming the parts,
of that ship of the line.
The port hole, to port,
but what do we call, the other side~?
I could not retort,
so it went un-replied..
So pointing up high,
of the top of the mast
and to him said I,
This is the Crow's nest.
He sternly said
No Pap that can't be,
and shaking his head,
crows belong in a tree.
Changing the subject,
not knowing what to expect,
pointing out front,
said “that's the poop deck”.
That brought out loud laughter,
at my statement so absurd,,
and he yelled so loud,
and repeated those words
thinking about it,
and using his logic,
why would it be forward,
the smell would be tragic.
Then I thought, maybe he's right,
The wind must be blowing
all day and all night
from behind, everyone, knowing.
So now my first mates,
on sail ships we must learn,
why they just didn't place,
the poop deck on the stern.
with my young grandson one time.
We were naming the parts,
of that ship of the line.
The port hole, to port,
but what do we call, the other side~?
I could not retort,
so it went un-replied..
So pointing up high,
of the top of the mast
and to him said I,
This is the Crow's nest.
He sternly said
No Pap that can't be,
and shaking his head,
crows belong in a tree.
Changing the subject,
not knowing what to expect,
pointing out front,
said “that's the poop deck”.
That brought out loud laughter,
at my statement so absurd,,
and he yelled so loud,
and repeated those words
thinking about it,
and using his logic,
why would it be forward,
the smell would be tragic.
Then I thought, maybe he's right,
The wind must be blowing
all day and all night
from behind, everyone, knowing.
So now my first mates,
on sail ships we must learn,
why they just didn't place,
the poop deck on the stern.
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AS THE WIND BLOWS
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