She, the Ship, Remains
Unlike most ships that disappear into the night our winter wonderland has remained land locked, serving as a prismed, beaconed ornament that gains way to the majestic landscape
Full sails bellow with full breezes that please us, as snow flaked flurries frolic a back-dropped mountain menagerie
Deep blue skies kaleidoscope greys, hues of orange on a purple haze range that rip in a running wind fancy
Snow geese on high, pelicans on low and eagles in the middle dot the heavens with the expertise of envious painters
Loud shrieking sea gulls announce their participation in keeping the sea’s memories fresh, flowing and alive
Unlike most ships that disappear into the night this dream remains to be seen, it waits for you, no tickets required, permission to come aboard? Granted
Not only is permission gregariously given but, this maiden magic voyage of melodic beauty, sound and, real fantasy is always ready to set sail for you. Do you sea?
She, the Ship, Remains
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright: During the Frequent Frosts of February 2010
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