Happy Poetry Friday, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my youngest!
Seth turns 22 today, and we got in a little birthday visiting earlier in the week up in the mountains. Busy Spring - he graduates from college as a religious studies major in less than two months! Then he's off to do a year's internship in the heart of one of our Southern cities, working with unhoused/homeless folks in a vibrant, progressive program. He's got the head and heart for it, though prayers for him and for the people he'll meet will always be welcome.
Seth took a creative writing class this semester, and he wrote a children's poem as one of the assignments. I asked if I could share it today! Enjoy.
The Voyager
by Seth Black
I set out, map in hand,
The wind just right for me,
Caught fabric in my sail,
And off I was indeed
To far and distant shores
The likes have not been seen.
The water clear as day
Stands vastly in between.
What’s that? – I hear a call.
I guess it’s time to eat.
“I’ve made your favorite dear.”
Alas! I love grilled cheese.
Walking my own plank,
I dive into the sea.
The blue float drifts away
But not my memory.
I’ll always have my ship.
A voyager, I’ll be.
For I am not a boy
But captain of the sea.
©Seth Black. All rights reserved.
Yes, we're proud of Seth's adventurous spirit.
Sail on over to Reading to the Core, where Captain Catherine is harnessing lots of poetic winds for our sails.
Bon Voyage!
Seth turns 22 today, and we got in a little birthday visiting earlier in the week up in the mountains. Busy Spring - he graduates from college as a religious studies major in less than two months! Then he's off to do a year's internship in the heart of one of our Southern cities, working with unhoused/homeless folks in a vibrant, progressive program. He's got the head and heart for it, though prayers for him and for the people he'll meet will always be welcome.
Seth took a creative writing class this semester, and he wrote a children's poem as one of the assignments. I asked if I could share it today! Enjoy.
The Voyager
by Seth Black
I set out, map in hand,
The wind just right for me,
Caught fabric in my sail,
And off I was indeed
To far and distant shores
The likes have not been seen.
The water clear as day
Stands vastly in between.
What’s that? – I hear a call.
I guess it’s time to eat.
“I’ve made your favorite dear.”
Alas! I love grilled cheese.
Walking my own plank,
I dive into the sea.
The blue float drifts away
But not my memory.
I’ll always have my ship.
A voyager, I’ll be.
For I am not a boy
But captain of the sea.
©Seth Black. All rights reserved.
Yes, we're proud of Seth's adventurous spirit.
Sail on over to Reading to the Core, where Captain Catherine is harnessing lots of poetic winds for our sails.
Bon Voyage!