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More poems about Ann.
LISTEN
Gather round and listen and let me tell
tales of the sea
Ones that dwell in my heart with
happy glee,
Tales I have read about and thought of
in my dreams,
For there is salt in my landlubbers veins
so it seems,
Come before the mast on some blustery
cold day,
When the sea cuts like a cruel knife, the wind
whistles away
In the rigging and you race over the waves
climbing high,
Then throwing you down the other side
as it goes by.
Then another scene comes alive, a sunset over a
lovely bay,
After seeing the sun awake at the beginning of
another day.
See a flying fish jump up as high as the rolling,
pitching deck,
The water so clear that you can see an old
forgotten wreck.
Modern vessels still call me, but not with the
same appeal,
But it is hard to explain that adventurous spirit
that is so real.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 29 December 2005