As a poet, a captain
I will roam the sea,
From the bow of my boat I will stand,
My lover she is grand.
To sail the oceans again
To live as I once did,
A gypsy upon the the sea.
Spending my remittance in ports of call
Laying with the natives of foreign lands,
Learning what they believe.
Underway at dawn
To bed with a yawn
I will go to dream
About my life upon the sea.
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©
