'Tis cold and tis windy at the harbor today
Autumn will bring voyagers from their way
Some will return bearing treasures untold
And some disappear in the darkness and cold
So here now we sit overlooking the bay
Awaiting our comrades from seas wide and grey
To wile the time we hear tales told
And sip the black brew that makes a man bold
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Welcome to the community that is faithwriters Jason. I enjoyed this piece very much; I can see you are using your potential despite disability and loneliness. I hope faithwriters will reduce your sense of isolation and affirm your calling as a writer.
That is good! You did well presenting a specific mood and you painted a very clear picture yet didn’t lose the nameless intrigue of the seafaring lore. :)
