A Sailor's Smile

A simple aBcB with no meter.

Salty air on a leathered face
a sailor knows his state of grace.
To sail about the ocean blue
accompanied by the flying mew.

 

In times of now or days long past
the leghorn’s skill carries him fast.
To port or shore of distant lands
his days pass as the hourglass sands.

 

For liberty at last, his craft does glide
on gentle swells of the day’s noontide.
With toil and love, he ties her down
Work now done, he heads to town.

 

To a bar or pub the seaman does run
for a pint of ale, and a fish of dun.
Full at last, his mind does muse
“What comes next?” he has to choose.

 

Walking about without a care
he catches the eye of one so fair.
An hour of time he hopes to win
from a lass so bonnie, with snow-white skin.

 

Talk or show will not do
to win her time, ‘tis much more true.
Words that play will not beguile
To hold her hand, takes a sailor’s smile.
 

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

A nice little picture story with rhyme, and, believe it or not, a loose meter. My only critique would be with a couple of lines that throw the reader. Third verse, first line, I think you could safely ditch 'at last' without losing any of its meaning. In line one, verse 4, 'does run' - I'd prefer 'runs'. And what on earth is a 'flying mew?' I'm afraid you lost me there. But overall a good, interesting write.

[Valentine]

Love boats and love to be out on a fishing boat or sail boat ..My oldest brother made a career of the navy and I got to go on one of the family cruises and see the things they do between ships..man they are huge..I love painting the old galleons..Nice flow and rhyme..God bless..Valentine

[Angelic Darkness]

You realy put yourself in these sailor's words. You really felt apart
of this poem. I don't know if you were/are a sailor, but good job.
I loved the story of the sailor. AD