Isadora was a ship
She sailed the sandy beach
With captain and crew
Holding high their swords
Mast and sail
Rudder and skiff
Martin sailed her
Martin carved her with his own dear hands
He climbed the rigging to the nest
And cast his eyes
Upon the sea
“Yo Ho, Me Mates
There is treasure on these isles!”
Words drift
Atop the sun crest waves
And weren’t they the truth?
Treasures abound
In the hearts of the young
Captured best
On the memories of pirates laughter
In sand
And suits
And scarves
And patches
Peg legs
Sea shells
Sea gulls
And planks
Waves
Salt air
Soda pop
Sandwiches
Good friends
Afternoons
Sunscreen
And sandals
Good night Little Ones
Sleep well!
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