Ben to SeaA Poem by Steve KittellI am Ben and I’m off to sea, ships ahoy and aye, aye matey. I’ll sail all the oceans blue, or maybe just a chosen few. * Pack my coat and hat for my head. Bring a blanket for my new bed. Teddy must stay with all my toys. Sailors don’t need them, just small boys. * I’ll have no school or boring chores. Just climbing rigging, manning oars. I’ll tie knots and tell sea tales - of pirates treasure, storms and whales. * I’ll sleep at sunset, rise at dawn. Then swab the decks not mow the lawn. I’ll eat ships biscuit and dried peas. But hold the weevils if you please. * I’ll make new friends, captain and crew. I’ll polish the brass just like new. I’ll travel to faraway lands. See new faces, shake lots of hands. * I’ll grow muscles and learn to swim, never a splash over the rim. I’ll grow a beard and get a tan. Mom won’t know her new little man. * I’ll tattoo her name on my chest. Then she’ll know I love her best. I’ll miss my cat, sister and dad. I hope leaving won’t make them sad. * But I’ll return with gifts for all. Dads will be big and sister’s small. Jewels for mom, fish for my cat. Gramps will get a new sailors hat. * Now mom’s calling, bedtime is near. My journey starts, nothing to fear. My tub is full, ships wait for me. Always too short, my trips to the sea. * I rub and scrub and have some fun. Until mom says my bath is done. Voyage over, out goes the light. Snug in my bunk I’ll say goodnight. * The End ~ Sck090214 © 2014 Steve KittellReviews
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StatsAuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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