Steerage: Notes of an Online Journal

“Steerage”

So the first thing that came to mind,
I don’t mean to sound facetious,
I wanted to go back in time
Long before I was a vision.

To the day my people set sail,
Heading out a channel to sea.
Though they hid in steerage below;
That year, in the land of the free.

‘Twas all they could think of aside
All sick as the ship cast about.
Were they able to live the dream,
Would the generations have doubts.

I’m shaking my head in a daze,
It was like I was really there.
I felt the high surge of the bow,
The brace of salt wind in my hair.




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