By: David Paul
With me Mates did we sail in the days of yore upon the high seas. We searched the sea for those who would do us harm. We laughed, we drank, sang some songs and along the way did we find some treasure. Our Mates became our family their backs we did have in times of good and even more when times turned bad. The lasses we did favor in the ports ‘o call we made, to rest from the sea and fill our hull with supplies. Davy Jones, we did cheat and left his locker a little barer. Neptune, he did throw us his best hurricanes, storms and other calamities but we withstood and today we stand sailors that now live off the land. Our hearts and minds they do wander out past the breakwater and across the mighty seas. For the sailor they say may leave the sea but the salt of the sea embeds itself within their bodies and souls, never to escape the minds, hearts and souls of those who at one time sailed upon the sea.
David Paul is a native of Missouri but presently lives in Arizona. He has had an interest in writing from a young age. He has written many articles but none published to date. Most of his writing have been for personal use and encouragement to friends. It is his dream however to someday publish his writings and/or several book ideas. David is a U.S. Navy veteran having served twelve years prior to leaving the Navy