Shipmates

 
 
Was the schooner Sandpiper that I had once served
And she once was a seamstress of silk I dared overheard.
Between crew and passenger a segregation was made
Like a savant in her presence away I won't stay.
She broke the symmetry between sheave, pulley and rope.
She was a spartan of comfort and a reason to hope.
I filled my sketchbook her likeness she posed for each line.
To this day I remember my youth and that magical time.