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SAILING INTO MANHOOD THE SAILING SHIP AND THE THOUGHTS. THE TIME --- MIDDLE SEPTEMBER 1796. THE PLACE A PORTSMOUTH ENGLAND PIER. THE THYME A MERE LAD OF 15 YEARS HAVING BEEN SIGNED ABOARD AN OLD DEEP HULLED TRIPLE MASTED TRADING SHIP OF HER MAJESTIE'S COMMERCIAL FLEET;JUST AFTER HE KISSES HIS BELOVED MOMS TEAR FILLED EYES FOR PERHAPS THE VERY LAST TIME? HIS MANY THOUGHTS PEERING OUT HIS NEW STARBOARD SIDE PORTHOLE HIS YOUNG NOVICE MIND FILLED WITH MANY FEARS HE SAW NOTHING MORE THAN SUCH A VAST DARK OCEAN ABOUT TO EMBARK UPON FROM HIS PASSING BOYHOOD YEARS SHE WAS TO SET SAIL AT NIGHT FALL'S NEXT HIGH TIDE FOR THE COLONIES MOST ACTIVE BOSTON TRADING PORT CARRYING A FULL CAGO HOLD OF ENGLAND' FINEST BEST GOODS EARNING HANDSOME REVENUES, PLUS TAXES FOR THOSE TORTS THE OFFSHORE NORTH SEA WINDS, WERE QUITE ACTIVE AS THEY SO OFTEN ARE KNOWN TO LIKE TO MISBEHAVE ALREADY HIS FIRST PANGS OF SEASICKNESS WERE A SETTIN IN CAUSED BY THOSE RELENTLESS AND CHOPPY NINE FOOT WAVES FOR IT WAS TO BE HIS JOURNEY INTO MANHOOD THUS HIM LEAVING HIS MOTHERS PROTECTIVE SIDE TO VENTUE INTO MANY STRANGE NEW UNFRIENDLY WORLDS HIS GUTS AND WILL ABOUT TO BE SEVERELY TESTED N' TRIED ALAS THE ORDER FROM THE SHORT STOCKY SHABBY CAPTAIN CARRYING IN ONE HAND HIS EARLY RATION OF THE KINGS RUM BREAK AWAY FROM THE SECURING MOORING LINES ATTACHED FOR BY EARLY DAYLIGHT SHALL THE SIGHTS OF SCOTLAND COME BOLSON BREAK OUT CLOTH FOR ALL THREE RIGGINGS DRESS HER IN FULL SAILS TO CATCH THE PREVAILIN WINDS DECKHANDS SCURRY AND SECUE AMONGST THE HIGH TOPMASTS CREW ALL PRAY TO THE SEAGODS, TO FORGIVE YOUR BLOODY SINS AS THE HELMSMAN STEERED INTO THOSE ANGRY BREAKERS THE OLD GIRL LAUNCHED HER PROUDLY OAK GROWN BOW TO MEET THE FULL CHALLENGES OF A SOMETIMES ANGY GRAY SEA AND DEEP WITHIN HIMSELF, THAT BOY WAS QUICKY GROWING NOW AND TOO ALL OF THIS THAT YOUNG BOY FULLY REALIZED WHEN THAT WESTERLY BOSTON SKYLINE FINALLY DID APPEAR SUDDENLY A YOUNG MAN HAD HE QUICKLY GROWN INTO NOW VOID FOREVER OF HIS BOYHOOD DOUBTS AND FEARS! by Dan M. March 2012 This poem isI based in parts after my very own life where at the tender age of just 20. I worked a family ambulance business in Manchester, NH. often making Life and Death Mission of Mercy runs into Boston Mass. some 55 miles away and its 35 different hospitals considered to collectively be the very best in the entire world. At times young new born defective babies on life support with an attending Intensive Care Nurse with gentle ambil racing at over 100 miles an hour with every split second so valuable to preserve and save so that infant could survive and have the greatest gift in our entire universe LIFE! IT WAS MY VERY OWN JOURNEY IN MANHOOD JUST ARRIVING SAFELY IN BOSTON..   |
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many of my posts do not show up so comments by me and edition and changing slightly is needed in hopes they do like this one ?
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My how time flies or in this case floats!
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yes a family small business in crisis. I worked round the clock for two years with only 8 hours off each Thursaday from 4pm to midnight... Medicare was new and our submitted claims to them which were about 50% of our business took on average 18 months to get finally get paid. 7 years of in a garage living with constant police monitors, no tv., a small shower and a McDonalds amost across the street Yes I grew up real fast and would do every second of it all over again if I Had another chance to. This was all before the United States Gov. enacted the white paper act that set up both certified and licensed paramedics and EMT's in 1971. PS" I later marridd the emergency room RN that delivered a baby boy with me..
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12/23/2018 2:44 pm |
my two cousins live in Boston.
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12/23/2018 3:03 pm |
did she make it ok rudy?
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