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Atlantic
Contributed by
warhamer
on
Saturday, 24th March 2012 @ 09:39:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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I stood upon the deck my hand at the stern
It was early in the morning with the sun’s golden red against the blue sea
The salty breeze flowing through my hair
And the slow rocking of our mighty vessel lulling my eyes
We had started in Elizabeth’s land
Our ship laden heavy with weapons of all sorts
Then we set south with fair winds guiding us down the coast
The captain had us land aground than at a port of safe haven
We waited for some time enjoying the respite we were given
Finally traders came from inland by way of foot
Leading trains of dark skinned savages bound by heavy chains of iron around their collars
We gave them the goods of our homeland and filled our ship’s hold with these men
Then we set sail for the West Indies across the sea
But amidst the journey the slaves escaped
And took hold of our vessel without a sword drawn
Now I lay in the water waiting for death’s cold embrace
©Copyright of Andrew Ryan Hardwick
Copyright ©
warhamer
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2012-03-24 21:39:24] (Date/Time posted on
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