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Convoy

Draw the blanket of ocean
Over the frozen face.
He lies, his eyes quarried by glittering fish,
Staring through the green freezing sea-glass
At the Northern Lights.

He is now a child in the land of Christmas:
Watching, amazed, the white tumbling bears
And the diving seal.
The iron wind clangs round the ice-caps,
The five-pointed Dog-star
Burns over the silent sea,

And the three ships
Come sailing in.

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  • November 12, 2008
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    good

    From guest lol (contact)
    good it got a bit boaring then stopped. great poem

  • Smilingspider
    August 9, 2003
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    This is another good piece.