AglowA Poem by Sean Allen
Aglow... The Sailor and the Siren
The sailor’s thoughts were cautious He’d left this place on many trips, A while ago, quite by mistake, And as he watched a bird in flight, Yet every time he’d left this port, …‘tis true of each time we set sail, For creaking of the masts and yards ~ An old man whom he did not know, Resting his elbows on the rail, In every bird that spreads its wings is that of which the siren sings. For birds are not what you might think; a special bond which rises high, Above the waters of the Earth, each love in them displays its worth. The sailor who had heard this song © 2010 Sean AllenReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 6, 2010 Last Updated on May 6, 2010 AuthorSean AllenWest Haven, CTAboutI am just a writer! At least I think I am. If I can only convince someone else of that, I will be a happy writer. But until then, I'm just a writer. Check out www.EclipseLogic.com and www.LightO.. more..Writing
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