High and Dry By Joshua Dolash

He scowled at crew men and adventurers from Belfast harbor; He wore a grudge and plenty of despair from a lonely past That pain of rejection was like a wound infected Especially when he heard them holler, “Anchors away!” That was the last phrase his father would say, Before he’d embark with glinted eyes of the sea; But that day was a final goodbye from land to ocean, For he left the family with nothing but a humble business all frozen.