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CHOPPY WATERS

Posted in 2015 poems, featured, Mistress Broadstreet Stanza

CHOPPY WATERS (pirate Mistress Broadstreet Stanza)
On choppy waters ride the Lubbers lost,
searching on, forever on for land,
praying to their god,
begging for a miracle.
Their waters are our waters, their woes we share,
we may not know the God to whom they call
but we know their pain,
and we are pledged to sacrifice to save their eternal souls.