Spirit of the Bay

For my great-uncle, a proud Korean War veteran and navy man, and one of the greatest people to walk this earth. Taken from this earth on May 17th, 2017.

Salty wind sweeping by 

 Stars and stripes flash before my eyes 

 A siren luring her prey 

To face eternity in the deep depths of the bay 

Blue water, demanding to be seen 

Cattails swinging in the breeze 

 Dancing some long forgotten dance 

 Ushering you in 

Calling you to come in  

White little boat tied to the dock 

Craving to be used 

The white has faded into light brown  

A home of algae it has become It cries for the fallen 

Longs for its owner 

Yet it would never come to be 

Because you are no longer here 

And I take the old boat out all alone