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Ships Haven

cramergr
Mar 26, 2022
1 min read

By a Winter storm

Each washed clean,

every mast stands tall

with hulls that gleam.

All huddled in groups

in water so calm,

quietly awaiting a day

with the oceans salty balm.

Hidden away in their harbors

from the wind and surf,

guided by the sun and stars

forbidden to touch turf.

Each one an island

A mans dreams they hold,

a vessel to board

with adventures untold.

Gary R. Cramer

June 29, 1980

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