by Steve Tanham
On golden wood bedecked in yellow
Is love of ochre gained from you?
A fantasy glimpsed on old posters
A space where poor children are few
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From a farther place now you are calling
Lost on the seas, uncharted, not gone
Your home somewhere richer and darker with meaning
Not glossy or gaudy nor stone
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Let me sail down to Rio within you
Let me hold and be cherished in turn
Let’s fire up the space where the dance is the grace
Then back let us wave while we burn
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©Stephen Tanham
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A very descriptive poem, Steve.
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Thank you, Robbie. I always loved these ships.
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