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”