She will sether sail and
cast of this
fine ship
with its
billowing canvas
and the brasses
on fire
perfection in
the dying sun
she will come
and till will
be kind to you
for even though
seas and seasons
time and tides
have driven
you apart
she will find
you and
return to you
her heart
(c) lorraine bruce
(written in response to leaving my island home many years ago)
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