Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE OLD SAILOR, by IRVIN C. KREEMER


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THE OLD SAILOR, by                    
First Line: I'm too old to go sailing again, you may think
Last Line: And be feeling the bite of the spray.
Subject(s): Old Age; Sailing & Sailors; Seamen; Sails


I'm too old to go sailing again, you may think,
To buffet the hurricanes there;
I tell you the sea marks the heaven's brink --
Blow the spray in my silvery hair.
I can handle my job on the mainmast yet
Or join in the "heave and pawl"
And I'll sing you a chantey you cannot forget
Or pipe you a bosun's call.

I can hear the gulls crying, they're lonesome for me,
They follow each vessel in vain,
They are calling me back to the beautiful sea;
Dear Lord, ship me somewhere again!
It is many a year since I've sailed the seas,
But I am sharp with a longing today
That I'd like to be wearing my dungarees,
And be feeling the bite of the spray.





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