By Charles Robert Lindholm
his life
was on the ocean
hers
was on the land
he was
wandering on the wind
and she
would never understand
why did he have to travel
to exotic ports of call?
why couldn’t the farm be home to him
from winter to the fall?
why couldn’t he just be happy
to stay at home with her
instead of going ‘round the world
trading spices, rum and fur?
his life
was on the ocean
hers
was on the shore
he needed things
she could not give
he has
an inner hunger
and a thirst for moreÂ
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