My Captain’s Words

by Lowell M. Durham, Jr.

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    Oh, how these lines burn

    The rough, brined hemp through these hands

    Draws and makes fast the ship.

    Drawn tight, the fore-skysail stay

    Cuts through brisk salt wind

    And sings an adventure worth a song.

    But comfort, these ropes draped and looped

    ’Bout the mizzen chains and fore,

    Ready, like my Captain’s words,

    To hold me fast to the post.

    And when the devil’s winds

    Want me free,

    I’ll be tied fast to thee.