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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Ode to Columbus (A sonnet)



Oh Darling wife and cute little daughter
Sweet home was it with frail old mother

But the heart was yearning always
Sailor’s dream had no worldly ways

Ocean was calling, so was the mighty thunder
Living ordinary would never be captain’s blunder

Thousands of miles away from the motherland
In search of new frontiers, new seas, new land

The raging waves, the roaring wind
Deafening darkness, seemed daily grind

Hovering vultures, sickening salty air
Empty stomachs, lips muttering prayer

How he rose above all the petty and gory
Discovery of America brought him the glory!

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