the sailor

March 6, 2009
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The Sailor

I always loved the misty spray
Flowing loosely in my hair
And the rocking way by way
Against the stormy oceans dare

I've seen the ports and crossed the seas
Aboard my always shifting sail
I rode the wind that scarred the trees
Distant stars my only trail

I never caught the suns first light
While sailing on my way
But the skies were red and bright
A warning to obey

I rode a ship once cast away
Across a baby blue
But the morning spelled my day
Striking scarlet keeping true

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