'' The Crows Nest ''A Poem by Dwayne J. Keeves
The ship sailed across the sea; in it's fashionable way.
Decks all mopped, and sails filled with gentle wind blow. The captain's quarter's; hosting important minds as first hand officer direct's the ship's path. Should the vision of enemies ships cross it's path; there's a look out, high above the decks floor. A single long standing pole hosting step after step going high into the sky. A basket of some type; with a bottom hole to enter in. The basket, supports a look out man, a spy or even call him what you may. He sits in the place of what is called: The Crows Nest. That's the place to be to scout harm far before it comes near. It must take one of great courage, to climb high like the sky sitting firmly and patiently, in the crows nest. As the crow's themselves, sits high on a tree branch, crying out warnings to his mates; so does the ship's crew member who sit's in his nest, waiting to cry and to warn.
© 2017 Dwayne J. KeevesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 21, 2017 Last Updated on September 21, 2017 AuthorDwayne J. KeevesCamden, ARAboutLives in Arkansas.I'm a brick and block layer of 25 years. I also pastor two local churches in my area. I enjoy writing, reading, fishing and metal detecting. The father of four girls and one newly bo.. more..Writing
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