The first thought is the wind pushing past my fears
Next are the mast and sails collecting my tears
The rudder and wheel are needed now to steer
Sextant, chart and compass, when the nights are clear
Where we go from there depends on the treasure
Estimating time to sail and how much time for leisure
How much gold we split for us and the crew’s measure
And needing a backup plan for the crew’s displeasure
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/11
The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – # 87
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