It was colder then most days
It was a little darker then most too
The wind was flying in our faces
A myriad of mixed scents it was
From last night's chicken soup
To the scent of the barrels of rum on deck
There was quite the cacophony of noises
To add to the already salty mix
There was the kaw, kaw of the captain's parrot
The creaking of the deck as the sea tossed the ship
The loud flapping of the main sail, followed by the
Softer, lighter sound of the four smaller sails
After chugging my pint of rum
I climbed the main sail on my way to the crow's nest
For it was my day to watch for enemy ship's in the distance
Thankfully the cook gave me a napkin full of bread earlier that day
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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