Lone Sailor

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Boxlicker101
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Rising high behind him are the hills of green and brown.
To his right the bridge that people take from ‘Frisco town.
On his left and to the front are waters of the Bay.
All his days he watches ships come in or steam away.

From the headland of Marin he stares off to the south.
Neither smile nor frown will ever venture to his mouth.
Seaman’s cap upon his head and sea bag at his side,
Rain and wind are all the same; he takes it all in stride.


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tazz317tazz317over 12 years ago
WHILE HE PATIENTLY

awaits the next tide. TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousover 13 years ago
Very Nice

A very nice poem, short but pithy, and I love the photo too.

YoursSINSerelyYoursSINSerelyover 13 years ago
Very Nice

Thank you for writing that.

EroticOrogenyEroticOrogenyover 14 years ago
Nice poem to go with the picture

poem is well-written and nicely sums up the image.

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