The ocean sways gently.
The earth. It never stops its productivity?
As my body brews blemishes, along with many aches.
And as I begin to prepare a ship, for an unpredictable journey.
Thirteen years. It’s been a long time.
And these days at port, will never be seen, again.
My worry, it has revealed the wrinkles.
Along with the fear, which until recently, hasn’t been shown.
I’ll be sure to pick up a few things….
Before the next thirteen years begin.
Only this time, the hours will be controlled by dangerous waters, and random tides.
Blemishes. Are they just scars? Or is there some emotion to back up the story?
As the sun sets on this opening chapter. . . .
And as I raise the anchor from the ever-changing sea. . . .
With my magic parchment at hand. . . .
And a pretty cool hat, if I must say so myself.
I’ll float into the distance.
With blemishes to show as lessons learned.
And a past, where the good weighs out the bad.
These ancient waters continue to sway.
As if they were born only yesterday.
This land of green and these skies with a blue finish, still remain productive.
As my body brews blemishes. . . .
My sail goes up. . . .
While the opening curtain, comes down.
Dedicated to Blountstown High School’s Class of 2010.
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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