And so the saga begins ARRRRGH me and my friend young Jim....


I The Laird Jake

70 feet from bowsprit to bumpkin
Canvas that would shame a bosun
But he's all I've got and proud am I
That he still sails true full and bye

At first appearance a schooner rig
With square sails set some call him a brig
A handsome rogue none would doubt
A proud vessel of high repute

His heart is in a rollicking reach
Canting the decks beneath
My feet as he rolls his massive beam
"There's the Laird" ladies scream

But now close on the midnight watch
When the stars are but an indigo swatch
Jake's path is as dark as the moonless sky
It's a fierce business we're about to try

But more of this on another shout
ready me boys now come about!






Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-07 at 19:34

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Rob Graber
A man and his ship: a love story begins in traditional nautical style!
2013-06-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Joe.
2013-06-09



Sailing and a life on the high seas has inspired and enchanted a host of writers--Conrad, Melville, Dana, just to mention a few. This satisfying poem recalls the grand tradition of sea lore and for land-lubbers like me who don't know a prow from a poop deck, it a joy to read.
2013-06-09


countryfog
Permission to come aboard . . .
2013-06-08



Well written, like it!
2013-06-08


Ghost of Heino
this is fuckgood
2013-06-07



There's no luff in this sail, er . . . tale!
2013-06-07