Parade ground, Cerberus, one dismal, foggy morn,
Weather-beaten face, beneath a battered old hat
This man was “Navy; ” to the sea, surely born,
With swaggering gait, he left no doubt of that.
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You write magnificantly....in grand detail! I wish only, I had your gift of words, as well, I have never written a story -like poem...such as this one, ever! Very, very good read...Ita an 11, but heck, the vote only goes to 10.... Regards, Theodora
All I can say, is you have total dedication, and talent. Your depth and detail, enthralling. Theodora Onken
Didn't know you were a poet, Dad. Nice work.