Daniel Parks , The Ida Gail</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=37.htm>Daniel Parks </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Ida Gail</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>The Captain sits in pouring rain,<br>a wheelchair for his seat.<br>Though soaking wet, he'll not complain,<br>this respite from the heat.<br>Now landlocked in this desert place,<br>a far piece from the sea.<br>Where once upon a pitching deck,<br>now only memories.<br>Staring out, beyond the bow,<br>the storm was raging on.<br>With Ida Gail in savage seas,<br>the Captain longed for dawn.<br>Her hatches battened, dogs were set,<br>as tight as they could be.<br>But still the ocean's coming in,<br>and floods his memory.<br>With Captain's cap upon his head,<br>a gray beard frames his face.<br>His weathered skin is sun burned red,<br>this deserts not his place.<br>It's clear to see in slate blue eyes,<br>he's longing for the sea.<br>But while he sits in drenching rain,<br>back comes the memories.<br>The crew retreated from the deck,<br>the storm was raging so.<br>Yet gear was loose upon the deck,<br>a sailors greatest woe.<br>The driving waves and gusting wind,<br>were tearing at her soul.<br>The Ida Gail would founder soon,<br>and to her grave she'd go.<br>A flash of lightning, thunder's roar,<br>the desert rains pour down.<br>The Captain turns his wheel chair's wheels,<br>and starts to turn around.<br>But as he looks for sheltered place,<br>something deep inside.<br>Brings him back to Ida Gail,<br>where all his crewmen died.<br>The Captain wrestles with his past,<br>and what he'd wished it'd been.<br>The safety of the Ida Gail,<br>and all her crew within.<br>He'd left the wheelhouse, to the deck,<br>to tie the loose gear down.<br>But soon he found his legs entwined,<br>a hawser wrapped around.<br>And with a crash the Ida Gail,<br>was heaving to and fro.<br>The tightening hawser on his legs,<br>ripped through his flesh and bone.<br>And with a jerk, a searing pain,<br>his bound up legs were free,<br>But soon he knew the reason why,<br>They'd been severed at the knees.<br>The angry waves assault her bow,<br>then staged a port attack,<br>The Ida Gail was beaten down,<br>and rolled onto her back.<br>What seemed like refuge from the sea,<br>her sailors deep inside,<br>But sinking quickly neath the foam,<br>there all her crewmen died.<br>The Captain moves his chair along,<br>the desert rains subside.<br>He wishes now, again once more,<br>that it was him who died.<br>A Captain's place is well defined,<br>traditions of the sea.<br>But when she rolled beneath the waves,<br>only he'd been freed.<br>Another ship came into view,<br>when Ida Gail went down.<br>And searching for surviving men,<br>is when the Captain's found.<br>Hoisted aboard and bound the stubs,<br>where once his legs had been.<br>He was the only one who lived,<br>of all of Ida's men.<br>The Captain sits in pouring rain,<br>there's anguish in this place.<br>The rain conceals his grieving eyes,<br>the tears upon his face.<br>When Ida Gail began to roll,<br>he only was cast free.<br>Imprisoned now with visions past,<br>those haunting memories.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>