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.