Rose

He was dead level set

On the girl he met

A tiny thing was she

Her name was Rose

A name she chose

A daughter of the sea

Most everyone knows

The man she chose

Was as a man should be

No fins for legs

His grog in kegs

No chicken of the sea

He sailed one day

Didn’t mean to stay

His one day turned to three

Rose wanted to stay

But wandered away

On a horse she bought for free

When finally he returned

He was summarily spurned

And denied a chance for plea

Now Rose wandered free

Never more to see

The man who sailed

The chicken of the sea

©6/1/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry