Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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A Marine Fantasy. In a dream of my long past, I built ships. We sailed (and rowed!) from one island to another, Each hidden from view by the curvature of the Earth. If we were careful in our construction we arrived safely-- Of course storms were often a deciding factor. To construct such a vehicle there were no nails-- Each plank was cut and fitted to the next. We made small holes along the planks And literally tied the future boat together. (We thus simply sinued tight the planks.) Along the joining margins of these planks of wood, We sealed each line of joint with pine pitch, Ensuring, as best we could, The future seaworthiness of our vessel. Our floating creation led us into our unknown future, Much as all decisions made by each of us, Lead us into the unknown of life, Ready to meet the ultimate unknown of eternal darkness. Frank Maurer 26 October 2024 0610 Hours.