463 December 1, 2022December 1, 2022 ~ Edge of Humanity Magazine Sailing on the ocean Need open space Sunny salt air has chiseled my face Life on shore is a bore Load up on supplies at the store Free again once I leave port * * See also: The Hermit Poet’s eBooks on Amazon The Hermit Poet’s eBooks detail info and downloads Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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A true sailor feels that way I think. The sea is calling him.