Sailor's Rest

When my sailing days are over, And I sail the seas no more, I shall build myself a refuge

By the ocean's murmuring shore. As I watch the foaming breakers When the tide comes rushing in, I will contemplate my lifetime With its virtues and its sins.

Where the azure of the heavens Meets the undulating blue,

Where the sweeping, soaring seagull Flies its endless quest for food. It is there that I would rest,

When my work on earth is done, At the endless blue horizon

'Neath the crimson, setting sun.







-By D R. Block





Just want to see you guys this poem too. I love this poem so I posted it. This isn't palgriasm.