Of his list of titles, this one caught my fancy.


North Wind (coolaaron88 Challenge)

My brow is thick with a dap of sweat
A few more leages now, and I'll forget
My confidence: High As The Nest Atop Mast
Dashing 'fore waters somber as the past
Blindfolded, hungry, trussed down and bereft
A shout to my men with the breath I have left
Avoiding the shoals, and the dangerous falls
The rigid horizon, to me, how she calls

With furious sails, At the full and the coil
Faster than sound on a ship made of toil
And grinning my teeth, haven't been white for years
My face cuts its path through the sea's salty tears
Leap to the deck with a masterful whir
Land in my boots made of whale skin and fur
Latch down my cut' on the hatch for the gin
You boys have fun, I'll be in my cabin



-For Aaron from Michael




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 20:07

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