Jack’s Sea Poetry
Looking out across the fields this morning with the fog hanging close to the ground, I realize once again how much I miss the sea.
Fog and Sea
Old sailor’s dreams on foggy nights,
are dreams of ships and boats.
He dreams of being out to sea,
on anything that floats.
I spent my youth on haze grey decks,
sailed oceans wide, and deep.
I miss the sound of gentle waves,
that lulled me into sleep.
I may not ever sail again,
to ports across a sea.
But dreams I dream on foggy nights,
still bring them back to me.
By Jack Miller