Seafaring Bones!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Bones that have travelled
are bones that have been laid where x marks the spot the crows nest sees skull and crossbones fly. Where the walk of the plank travels on your last leg, a silver cutlass points the way, or ye rattle the chains on prison walls read all the while treasure rests on dead man’s thoughts wading in the cruel sea beckoning those to go down under. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on January 12, 2018 Last Updated on January 12, 2018 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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