The Voyage By Andy Grant

I'm leaving now across the sea who knows to where, Maybe to an island or distant coastline, Never touched by man before, there to be explored, Leaving behind a life so tired with faces missed, Not knowing if they will be here when I return. Out of the bay where friends grew up strong, Passing barges laden with Geordie coal, To furl the fires in the cold stone houses, The church spire stands so high in the sky, As if waving its own farewell to voyagers leaving. Around the coast to open sea with its powers great, Waves crashing over the bow like the devil's hands, Reaching for its victims in day and night peril, Winds lashing the sails pushing ever forward, Beneath decks people busy tying down cargo secure. I'm leaving now across the sea, who knows to where? Maybe to my destiny on shores afar, Or maybe to a life full of pain and turmoil, The choice is mine, I choose with my thoughts, Good or bad at peace with my life, that's all that matters.

Copyright © 2006  A.J.Grant 21/5/98

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