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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