swabbing the deck

Behind his house in his garden,
no matter which winds prevailed,
he was the hearty yardman
who readied his vessel for sails.

For there in his yard was an ocean
so green that his vessel traversed;
so steady it seemed without motion
but ready for gale or worse.

And if there was hint of a party
He knew that his service would be
to swab both the decks like a star; he
loved scrubbing and polished with glee.

And thus are the simple things easy
and thus are the hearty things brave;
you can roam the world here while you’re dreaming
and think of the money you save.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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