The prow cuts through the water
Leaving two lines of wake behind.
I stand on the quarter
Hands clasped behind me
Glancing astern
To Those interesting shores
Of the past
Then I look back to the bow
Aquiver as currents
Run past the hull.
Ahead lies a curtain
Of thick misty fog
But the sun brightens
And burns off some fog
And I see what's ahead
In those future waters.
Remorse is inside me
About what I will miss
But I conquer the feeling
For I will survive the mist
I wrote this poem in Norway, a few days after Daddy got the job at the Midland School.
I decide to publish it on the blog now, because I realized how well it reflected my feelings toward moving ashore. I do not have mixed or conflicting feelings; I have two co-existing emotions. One is excitement about moving ashore to a normal community and the other is sadness of leaving this amazing once-in-a-lifetime experience. Both are there, and neither struggle to dominate the other. For this, I am glad.-JackRabbit
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