Battered ShipA Poem by RaymondoftheWoods22 line poemSo sail we, our uncertain way, My faithful battered ship, The Youth, Wandering in waves, those ruthless seas of life. The waves are countless, endless, always pounding, The waves, waving, Always, always buffeting my ragged wooden youth. The Islands on the shores, we do not seek, For unlike the endlessness which domains these waters, It seems that treachery, treachery, treachery, Stenches the Isles, chokes the shore, The winds are restless, always howling Their note of doom, Sent by skies of gray and hate With hopes of starving in my one youth And send youth and I, Jason Spiraling, drowned into watery depths. The tossing seas sweep wreckage past us, And many are the bow spirits I know, My youth is battered and I, Jason, am weary, But still with holy grain fervor, Youth, Mine ship, and I, Jason will sail on To our clouded quests end and shore. Raymond Lee Collins Age 17 Composed December 19, 1969 Belleville, Illinois raymondofthewoods copyright reserved by the publisher, Carol A Wells
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Added on October 29, 2022 Last Updated on November 6, 2022 AuthorRaymondoftheWoodsChatham, ILAboutThese short stories and poems are published posthumously. They were created and written by RaymondOfTheWoods (aka Raymond Lee Collins) mostly during his High School and College years. Raymond had a .. more..Writing
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