I Was a Sailor Once

I was a sailor once- Author unknown

I liked standing on the bridge wing at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds  whipping in from the four  quarters of the globe.  I liked the sounds of the Navy – the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe, the syncopated clangor of the ship’s bell on the quarterdeck, harsh, and the strong language and laughter of sailors at work. Continue reading “I Was a Sailor Once”

Empty Heart

Something Old and Discovered

I found a notebook while cleaning up and reorganizing through this renovation period. For those that have known me far too long, the dates of these particular entries are somewhat meaningful. Late July 1995 to late July 1996…the period between when wife number two left me and mere weeks before I fell down, went boom and altered my life a bit.

December 19, 2010 at 4:06pm

Gathered Rain

When will I gather rain?

Cool clean water

wash away my pain.

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