by: Garland Davis
I am from endless horizons, flying fish, sea spray; old worn out steel on foreign shores.
I am from days of monotony, water hours, moments of exhilaration; nights of troubled rest, long mid watches.
I am from where a friend is called shipmate; got your back, enough said.
I am from the dives and fleshpots of Asia; there we found lovers, sisters, mothers.
I am from a life others misunderstand; from a place that says let’s all do it again.
I am from a ship called she, a lady sway backed and gray; hated, loved, don’t speak ill of her.
I am from black coffee mornings; SOS breakfasts, roast beef suppers, horse cock midnights.
I am from sea stories that end with Mac-out and DBF Doc, tales of life in a world once called Siam; shared in the ether and at a place called Branson.
I am from a world, a life that existed for a few decades; lived it, loved it, miss it every goddamned minute of my existence.
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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.