Sailor's Reprise

The sound of rushing water,

Ached in my soul,

I needed the ocean,

I needed the sound of singing gull


Great Clippers in the port,

I missed them so,

Calling out the emerald green,

While perched atop the crow.


The smells of the market,

Fresh lobster, crab, and herring,

Reward of being thrown at the sea,

Without knowing or caring.


Slowly walking down the pier,

Sailors holding their alley girls,

Raise my hand and tip my hat,

To the greatest place in the world.


The sound of rushing water,

The sound of rushing water

Rising above my head,

Seeing the anchor of the great clippers,

I knew I was dead.