Been here over n' over
landing upon the
eastern shores.
Somewhere middle 1800's
three mast's under sail
scrubbing decks
spearing whale
oils expensive
perfumes.
Hard Nor'east winds
driving us und'ah
waves of certain death.
Beach of crushed tan sand
I laid upon only a lad.
No memory
between white caps
only coin in hand
must have had.
Returning over n' over
as Captain Ned.
No longer a lad...
Author notes
For many years as a youngster at low tides three mast's could be seen way out in front of Sand Beach. This same beach threatened to take me at two yrs. old after my rolling match box army truck got sucked out in mini waves. I remember getting washed and rolled around in the waves not knowing how to swim yet. Yes for that age I remember being scared. The sea was not ready for me. I was spit back out onto the beach. My army truck fared not so well lost at ankle deep sea. I combined both these memories to write this poem. Oh! Plus I was told my name came from my Grandmother times two. She had a crush as a young lady on an ol'sea Captain named Ned. She also had a mule named Ned. So take your pick. Hahaha....
A contest entry
- who might you have been in the eighteen hundreds? by Rheea.
2000 points, ended May 25, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh I love this sea story ... the imaginary and the real one!
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You melded your two stories beautifully...and we are so glad the sea 'spit you back', so that we could read your wonderful poetry! Congrats on the Bronze!
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Great write
My first experience with the ocean was on a training exercise about 2500 miles away from here. With the waves and under tow and a 60 pound field pack and rifle, I almost drowned. That 25 yards from the landing craft to the beach was one of the hardest struggles I ever had.
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a struggle between the little boy and the sea.. it is so precious and sweet.. you let us see it to , love the way you wrote it.
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Send me a picture of the mule first Ned...so I can see for myself
Great poet you are...
Glad the sea didn't wanted you back than...
Your subjects and humor are always feeding my energy to a higher level....
Thank you for knowing you
XXJeannette;f
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