My days on the sea are clearly done.
No more climbing the shrouds,
No glassing of the horizon,
No setting of the topsails.
Slowly rising from my bunk,
worn out and wobbly
on wooden land legs,
I groan
and strive to unbend,
happy to navigate
no farther than the galley.
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I am way too young to be able to relate to this, but I do.
Love this Sharron!
I am old enough to relate.
Navigating to the galley now.
Creak creak.