Famous Poets KINDNESS

The Ships of Saint John –

Where are the ships I used to know,

That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, In beauty and stately pride?

In they would come past the beacon light,

With the sun on gleaming sail and spar, Folding their wings like birds in flight From countries strange and far.

Schooner and brig and barkentine,

I watched them slow as the sails were formed

And wondered what cities they must have seen

On the other side of the world.

Frenchman and Britisher and Dane, Yankee, Spaniard and Portugee,

And many a home ship back again

With her stories of the sea.

Calm and victorious, at rest

From the relentless, rough sea-play,

The wild duck on the river’s breast Was not more sure than they.

The creatures of a passing race,

The dark spruce forests made them strong,

The sea’s lore gave them magic grace,

The great winds taught them a song.

And God endowed them each with life

His blessing on the craftsman’s skill

To meet the blind unreasoned strife And dare the risk of illness.

Not mere insensate wood and paint

Obedient to the helm’s command,

But often restive as a saint

Beneath the Heavenly hand.

All the beauty and mystery

Of life were there,

adventure bold, Youth, and the glamour of the sea

And all its sorrows old.

And many a time I saw them go out on the flood at morning brave,

As the little tugs had them in tow,

And the sunlight danced on the wave.

There all day long you could hear the sound

Of the caulking iron, the ship’s bronze bell, And the clank of the capstan going round As the great tides rose and fell.

The sailors’ songs, the Captain’s shout,

The boatswain’s whistle piping shrill,

And the roar as the anchor chain run out,

I often hear them still.

I can see them still, the sun on their gear, The shining streak as the hulls careen,

And the flag at the peak unfurling, clear

As a picture on a screen.

The fog still hangs on the long tide-rips,

The gulls go wavering to and fro,

But where are all the beautiful ships I knew so long ago? ~ The Ships of Saint John –


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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