The glint still sparkling in the eyes does amaze,
tired &old now "the fire burns from better days."
The graying thick tufts upon his bushy brow.
Marks a lifetime of romantic persuasions now.
The sheepish charming smile still ablaze on his lips,
from his youthful days as an Ensign on sailing ships.
His seafaring tales are to date still a village's best,
though with embellishing, I doubt their authenticness.
Retired now he spends his days in stories basking,
telling of thrills at ports of call to all in passing.
Youthful lads mesmerized with their jaws gaping,
listen to his tales of ladies of Spain shapely.
He's only one more old salty dog of the sea,
yet passions still burn in the eyes pleasantly.
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12] The fire burns from better days/ I am a superfragalistic lunatic;
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SO LOVELY!!!
Old men can sure spin the stories
And old sailors can spin the best yarns from their journeys at sea.
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I have ntocied the stories get better as our old men age....but within the well-bent stories are so many truths and brave deeds nearly done, that it inspires....your poem is perfectly penned....it makes me want to go down to the docks at the seaside and sit at the coffee table set out in the shade of the boat-supply awnings and lsiten to them gabble and gossip abotu "the good ole seafaring days."
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I've always been into old coggers stories.My Granpas fault. An old cowboy.Like sea stories and old Indian ones too. But you knew that. I'm a listener to what might turn out to be imparted wisdom. ~~suseann
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This was a great entry. I loved the whole story line behind it =]
Thanks for taking the time to enter, and goodluck.
~Beks~
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