by A.Jayson

Created on: August 18, 2010

My grand dad would sit, 

On the porch,

Beneath the shady trees,

And talk of sailing ships and seas,

Of sailors and storms,

And of lush, tropical islands.

Of golden sands,

And waters, blue,

While his eyes (Of the same tranquil hue)

Gazed fondly out to the distance,

As he recalled his adventurous past.

My grand dad would say;

"When our ships come in one day,

I'll get you a handsome store,

Of pearls and corals; the treasures of the shore,

I'll get you rubies and diamonds, from the distant lands"

My grand dad died,

Before our ships came in, 

But he was buried, 

Under his beloved palm trees,

On the golden shores,

Of the gorgeous seas,

Where he could feel,

The gentle ocean breeze, 

Where he could rest in peace,till-

his ships came in, from across the seas.

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