An Unopened Book
Sailors
The blessed wind,
picks up the lazy sails.
Gives sweet movment to the ship.
The moon shines down,
a path alone.
A single star to guide.
The ocean mist,
splashes on the faces,
young sailors.
With over grown beards,
Unkept, uncut hair.
Worn and tired hands,
cut and bruised.
Freedom of the sea.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
picks up the lazy sails.
Gives sweet movment to the ship.
The moon shines down,
a path alone.
A single star to guide.
The ocean mist,
splashes on the faces,
young sailors.
With over grown beards,
Unkept, uncut hair.
Worn and tired hands,
cut and bruised.
Freedom of the sea.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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