By: Garland Davis
Where ever sailors and whores congregate,
To drink a few and tell tales tall and straight,
Wet the thirst and climb the stairs,
Back to the beer and finally the sleep,
Late in the night when the lights are out,
We sail on the morrow at the end of the neap.
Whenever the masts cry aloud in the gale,
And the decks are washed stem to stern,
Sea anchor out and a lonely staysail,
Six weeks in this North Atlantic hell,
A sailor’s thoughts and dreams go to,
Where ever sailors and whores congregate.
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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.
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Very good, I enjoyed it. Thanks Bart On Feb 10, 2016 12:41 PM, “Tales of an Asia Sailor” wrote:
> davisg022 posted: “Once More By: Garland Davis Once more on the far > Pacific Rim is all I’m asking, Just a feeling I’m again wanting to know, > It’s a time and place where my memory is walking, It’s that world where I’m > longing to go. How I loved the old ships ” >
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