Ahoy,
aho,
No
place to go
To
escape the cold.
Were
I bravely bold
I
would leave this wheel
To
go to peel
The
ice from my hands.
Ahoy,
aho,
No
place to go
To
escape the cold.
Off
to foreign lands
With
the promise of the sun,
A
story I was sold –
I
would have gladly not begun
If
I knew the way was cold.
Ahoy,
aho,
No
place to go
To
escape the cold.
We
are still so far
From
our glorious star
That
visions of those
Hot
sold shores
Lie
buried under iced up pores.
Ahoy,
aho,
No
place to go
To
escape the cold.
©
Andrew Stevenson 07/04/2017
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Again a wonderful piece Andrew, you do have a way with words.
ReplyDeleteMost talented.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, your kind words are most welcomed. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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