The Sailor Isn't Missing Much

The Sailor Isn't Missing Much

A Poem by Ken Page

A sailor discovers his world is like all the others.


A Sailor isn't Missing Much


A sailor came up on dry land,

To see it all firsthand,

But the only thing his eyes could command

was more land, land, land.


A sailor was in a forest,

to see just what he could see.

But all that he could see,

were trees, trees, trees


A sailor was in a desert,

to see just what was at hand.

But all there was to understand

was sand, sand, sand.


A sailor was in a cave,

he wanted to take stock.

But all he could do is stand and gawk

at rock, rock, rock.


A sailor was in a swamp,

well he had nothing to lose.

But the only sight that he could choose

was ooze, ooze, ooze.


A sailor was up on a mountain,

to see what he'd ascertain.

But all there was for his eyes to retain,

more mountains, mountains, mountains


A sailor went up to the arctic,

to learn what there was to know.

The only place his eyes could go

was to snow, snow, snow


A sailor went back to sea, sea, sea,

to see what he could see, see, see.

But all that he could see, see, see

was more sea, sea, sea!


© 2020 Ken Page

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Ken Page
Be gentle please. I'm a novice.

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Added on January 19, 2020
Last Updated on January 19, 2020
Tags: poetry, absurd, funny, poem, things, sailor, observation, humor


Ken Page
Ken Page

Chattanooga, TN

I'm a visual artist who has tried periodically to write. But the latest period appears to have legs and I've been after it more consistently and seriously. more..

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