OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN

This poem is inspired by women of the New England shore-line communities of the 1800s who would be on their "widow's walk," perched up high, waiting for their seafaring husbands to return home safely.

Oh captain, my captain,

how I long for your return, 

wintry days and howling winds

make me shudder and yearn. 

Oh captain, my captain, 

spring arrives as new flowers appear, 

rain mists the air with its fresh scent, 

how I wish with all my heart that you are here. 

Oh captain, my captain, 

summer greets me with its heat, 

as I sit on my front porch to catch an evening breeze, 

rocking and dreaming of you is a sweet treat. 

Oh captain, my captain, 

fall and its abundance of rust-like colors abound, 

birds prepare to fly South before the cold snap begins, 

all alone I look at the vast sea without a sound. 

Oh captain, my captain 

as each season passes without your presence, 

my love for you only aches more and more, 

I visualize you standing at our door with your manly essence. 

Oh captain, my captain 

as I lay asleeping I am awakened by a tall sight, 

walking towards my bed - - - - my heart pounds loudly 

only to see my seafaring husband finally returns home by early light. 

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[GalaxyGhost]

I always think of the Dead Poet Society with Robin Williams in it. Oh my gosh, the feels and it is the first movie I actually have to walk out of during a certain scene when rewatching it because I know I'm gonna cry. Have you seen that movie? If you haven't go see it. Bring tissues. The reason why I brought that up is because "oh captain, my captain" is a reoccurring motif in the film.