The walk along the shore

brought back memories of the war.

waving from the beach to a boat

wish I’d wore a coat.

hands in pocket shoulders up

man on the pier with a beggars cup,

He wonders what it was like at sea.

but it’s time for tea.

Read a book once about John Paul Jones

Sings songs of the sea being filled with sailors bones.

“Captain Blood is a hero of mine.”

As the captives watch the pirates dine.