Monday, December 17, 2018
Ten Days From Home
Worrisome travel adrift at sea
Weather bitten, torn from doubt
Of returning to my home
Where Penelope waits for me.
Isles of the western wind
Broken ship have left null
Of promise and hope
Of sailing homeward again.
Captain assures as Polaris' dome
That shines brightly
In the Northern sky
We're only ten days from home.
Ten years have passed
Since my eyes have held
My beloved and her soil
That lies upon the darken cast.
Many isles and ports we shall roam
While waiting for her wind
To free us from this spell
For we're only ten days from home.
* The great Odysseus reputedly said to his crew(for whom all would succumb to the sea, save
Odysseus), before the god Poseidon released him from his treacherous trek.
- John Hardesty
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