Post by Administrator on Oct 2, 2021 15:01:52 GMT
DITTY BAG
I found an ancient ditty bag,
In a corner of a drawer.
Containing time worn artifacts,
Of peacetime and of war.
There was a weathered salty cap,
It's badge long turning green.
And a pack of smokes unopened still,
From a port he may have been.
A rigging knife with knotted line,
Then a needle and a palm.
A Testament with pages worn,
Read in tempest or in calm.
A photo of my mom and dad,
So tattered and well worn.
Love letters tied up with a bow,
Sent home from old Cape Horn.
Three medals that he rarely wore,
Won for service out at sea.
All these treasures from his life,
Now passed along to me.
Ian Adrian Millar
I found an ancient ditty bag,
In a corner of a drawer.
Containing time worn artifacts,
Of peacetime and of war.
There was a weathered salty cap,
It's badge long turning green.
And a pack of smokes unopened still,
From a port he may have been.
A rigging knife with knotted line,
Then a needle and a palm.
A Testament with pages worn,
Read in tempest or in calm.
A photo of my mom and dad,
So tattered and well worn.
Love letters tied up with a bow,
Sent home from old Cape Horn.
Three medals that he rarely wore,
Won for service out at sea.
All these treasures from his life,
Now passed along to me.
Ian Adrian Millar