Bonjour Frederick, Old Salts is an endearing poem and very touching and unique, I love where my feelings went when I was reading, that’s what’s lovely about poetry! Geraldine
Just a good old poem, filled with all that yearning. My god father was a Greek merchant seaman, born in 1890, Noti Savrilis. We hung out at least once a month and he loved to walk Piraeus and point all the various ship types. This was '66-'69 so there were still some big ships with sails. He gave me an eight pointed design on a piece of heavy parchment that had the major winds on it. I remember Meltemi, Mistral, Sirocco, Bora, tramontana. He helped my folks get a 10 meter sailboat, which we called Bora. Even as a 70+ year old man, his hands were like baked leather. Such a lovely man. thanks Frederick.
Fred, being an old submarine sailor, I can certainly relate to your poem. Thanks for sharing.
Pepper Miller
Bonjour Frederick, Old Salts is an endearing poem and very touching and unique, I love where my feelings went when I was reading, that’s what’s lovely about poetry! Geraldine
Thank you, Geraldine. Wherever I live, I often think and dream about the ocean. It's part of me. To swim in it is like returning to the womb.
Bet there's still a lot of pepper is some ‘old salts’. :)
The lure of the sea remains eternal reminding us she is mother to all life
True, the sea is embryonic like the womb.
Just a good old poem, filled with all that yearning. My god father was a Greek merchant seaman, born in 1890, Noti Savrilis. We hung out at least once a month and he loved to walk Piraeus and point all the various ship types. This was '66-'69 so there were still some big ships with sails. He gave me an eight pointed design on a piece of heavy parchment that had the major winds on it. I remember Meltemi, Mistral, Sirocco, Bora, tramontana. He helped my folks get a 10 meter sailboat, which we called Bora. Even as a 70+ year old man, his hands were like baked leather. Such a lovely man. thanks Frederick.
Thank you Wes for sharing your story of a old salt.
I love the sea and this poem. So many fond memories on our little sailboat named Tip~Sea
Thank you Kathleen, also for the restack. Tip-Sea is a great name for a small sailboat.
Love your poem as an ex-submariner in the US Navy!
Thanks,
Pepper
Thank you Pepper, as well as for the restack.
The sea is everything! Love this poem Frederick!
Thank you, Pamela, also for your restack.
Thank you, as always Deni, for your restack.
Thank you, Neil, for the restack.
Ah, yes, the ocean inspires all of our senses.
We just came back from a funeral to read this. The dad was a lover of sky and sea.