Drawn the Pen

Land lover he'd no longer be
Creaking planks under tender feet
Depths of her beauty called his name
A life no longer left the same

Swift she was lead out to sea
Seafaring boy destined to be
Beauty of sails filled with the wind
Bay and port again and again

Walking the decks became the man
Duties to sail came the command
Storm and weather sun drenched his face
riding the tide became his Grace

Forward and aft composed the dreams
Fluting the pipes of smoky steam
Pitch the waves of rhythm and rhyme
Port and the bay time after time

Breast of blue skies and vast the stars
Icebergs and rock brought about scars
Stories of journey drew the pen
Swift the tales he began to spin