Old Sailors

By:  Garland Davis

A walk through the old ship before she goes to the breakers,

A single white hat hangs from a hook on a locker door,

In tribute to a sailor’s sweated brow,

And a thousand times he swabbed that deck all scuffed now,

A pair of boon dockers left behind a locker door,

As if they are ready to walk these decks once more,

Shoes that left footprints that we dared to walk on,

But now, all the old sailors are gone.

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.