(1950 / )

Reflection

Fom the aeroplane's window, my view
is of a vast seductive silent sea;
behoved to stories of pirates told to me;
Seafaring men of mystery who pursue
games of plunder under sun and moon;
shinning bright, illuminating deeds
of blood, and gore, and sowing seeds
of treasure while greedy hearts swoon;
Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum
on a day of less adventure, light leisure
Crackling laughter, gold tooth, bare gum;
But the blind-folded one, whose displeasure
it is to walk the plank, not even the hum
of this aeroplanes engine, his soul's measure.
2008

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your words are rich filled with life you got talent.... keep the passion alive great write