A poem inspired by this photo I took of Savonlinna Castle, Lake Saimaa, Finland.
He crossed the bar sails puffed full as his chest proud to be crashing the swells and foaming waves escaping the line upon line of graves his father his brothers his family destroyed only his youth denied vengeance for he had been but a boy
but now he was strong free to charge into the fight to wreak havoc and injury to his morbid delight the one goal remaining in his grief filled life only one task to satisfy his dissatisfied plight
in the land of his enemy he had something to prove to show the dark master he had nothing to lose what he could do where his father and brothers had failed onto the place of their betrayal he now speedily sailed
to vanquish that brutal regime on its very own soil after years of study planning training and toil he stepped onto the land an army at his back and he cried the war cry, "Attack men, Attack!"
I navigate life as a mariner sailing unpredictable seas Respectful yet wary of what they might bring to me
the sea is my natural element alternating tranquility with power for me there is no better firmament to anchor each ticking hour
the waves provide each peak and trough of life’s brief and epic journeys that for me is always enough with the pleasure and pain they have earned me
afloat I bob between the layers of over and undersea in my boat my capsule of life I bob most jauntily when l’m aloft the view ahead is a matter of degree when down below the view is fine,not seen murkily
time will come I’ll be called down deep by Davy Jones my time of clear air or storms on water will be done I’ll find a sandy bed to rest and place my ageing bones afar from the binding land, eyes dead to the blinding sun
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