Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

BY DONOVAN BALDWIN

The old Bonnie G

Chugged down the bayou,

Me on my first and only

Seagoing adventure.

Down to Joe Patti's

Drydock, scraped the hull,

Helped paint, and

Back again skirting

The coast of

Pensacola bay,

Under the bridge

Over the Bayou Chico,

Back to its slip,

Long John Silver's voice

Fading with the

Cessation of her engine.

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By: Donovan Baldwin

I long again to see,
The white sands I walked,
When but a boy.
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Then, but a child, I knew not,
How deeply embedded in my soul
Was every grain of sand,
Each whisper of the wind,
Every roll of wave, and
The bending of each tree.
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Now, half a century, and
Many hundred miles
Downwind from boyhood,
I see each sight,
Smell each smell,
Joyfully recalling,
The place I felt so happy,
To leave so far behind.
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If children could understand
What the world they so little love,
Will mean to them in later years.
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Perhaps then, they would live
In happier circumstances,
Enjoying at home
The passage of each day,
Rather than one far day
Longing to return,
To a time and place,
They truly loved.

NOTE: Photo was taken by me in 1971 of the Pensacola Yacht Club, from across the mouth of the Bayou Chico

Labels: Bayou Chico, boyhood, children, memories, Pensacola, poem, poetry, white sands