[pirate witch]: 524.Poetry.Aboard the Margaret Todd

A poem I wrote for English class. It's about the Margaret Todd, a four masted schooner that makes berth in Bar Harbor, my favourite place in the west.

Sea Salt
in my hair
stays there for weeks.
After the creaking of the deck,
and the sound of wind in the sails,
(flapping like the wings of the gulls above)
are gone.
The spray hits my face,
the rope, and the dog who sits at the helm.
I can stand.
And swagger up and down
the wooden deck,
giving orders to tourists,
who stay seated.
Green in their faces.
I can pull the rope,
and raise canvas.
The ship isn’t mine,
but the ocean is.