Of Boats and Seas

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If I were a boat, and you the seas,

I’d hoist my sail and let the breeze

Bear me ever homeward bound,

Within your harbour, safe and sound;

And if a storm should cause dismay

With roaring gale and stinging spray,

You’d take the wheel, your waves escort

My shaking hull to safer port.

Midst unknown anchorage, should I

Dismiss my destiny, my why,

You’d paint my name upon my deck

In sea-foam green, lest I forget

That I am one with deeper swells,

With azure waves, and sea-carved shells,

With pirate kings, and mermaid songs;

For in your arms, my sail belongs.


The Gypsy’s Heart

Ladybird beetle, are you at home

When creeping about on a rain-kissed bud?

Ladybird beetle, where do you roam

When pelted by storm-drops which thunder and thud?

This world is unkind to Ladybirds when

The storms of this life rattle to and fro;

 Even foxes have holes, and badgers their dens

When inclement weather rumbles.  Although –

Perhaps you claim gypsy blood, wee wand’ring soul,

And love for the breezes to blow you at will;

Perhaps there’s a freedom in choosing to go

Where e’er the storm takes you, for good or for ill.