In memory of Ronald Peterson
Sailor's Rest
When my sailing days are over,
and I sail the seas no more.
I shall build myself a refuge
By the ocean's murmuring shore,
As I watch the foaming breakers
When the tide comes rushing in,
I will contemplate my lifetime
With its virtues and its sins.
Where the azure of the heavens
Meets the undulating blue,
Where the sweeping, soaring seagull
Files its endless quest for rood.
It is there that I would rest,
When my work on earth is done,
At the endless blue horizon
"Neath the crimson, setting sun.
D R. Block
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by Lisa Peterson on Sun, Jun 10, 2018 @ 3:56 PM
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