by Canis Lupis
A summer day of playing hero by the sea.
|I walked down the shore a ways
Past the giant turtle shell
Of a rotted out beached boat
Who lay there slowly dying
Those still afloat
Wooden barrels stood near lobster traps
I filled them with gold and pirate rum
The truth remained inside untapped
Lest my imagination be undone
A driftwood stick my cutlass
I fought a thousand foes
Saved young pretty maidens
‘til tide’s turn began to show
An onshore breeze blew off the bay
A reprieve from the heat
I begged Father Time to let us be
As the sun fell towards the sea
What offer could I bribe him with?
What reason could I say?
To make my only friend remain
On a perfect seaside day