When I look to the sea I think of time with it's
horizon, that great dividing line. I see the ships
that crossed her waters from one's that had sailed
with rat infested quarters; yet they sailed so proudly
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I really like the endless time feel of this poem, Rosie. We think we are so important to history, and in some ways, we are, but really, we're but specks on the horizan of time. Well done.
A merging of pirates and seas from past to present, GREATTTT JOBBB GREATTTT JOBBB says the parrot Love Duncan X
A bit of 'Long John Silver' and all that. Wonderful story. Time of the galleons with sails billowing. Delightful stuff. Love Ernestine XXX