Thunder of the Seas........

From a distant shore we came........

   I think of all the stories you told me about our families past .....And , standing here on the rocky shoreline , I can see an image coming out of the distant mists on the sea's shifting surface. Slowly it emerges apparition ......A wooden sailing ship full canvas , white and billowing sails . And the rising and falling bow of the ship ..... a wooden naval vessel .....she wore the colors of the British navy......running straight and true listing to the downwind side of the following seas.
   Such an incredible vision now.....though one of the past, long since replaced . Imagine a wooden deck , awash in the lifting waves , where men ran with the purpose of the orders given. Climbing the rope ladders to the lofting sails, to pull away in unison at the lines to gain the most from the free winds. And then , to arrive at a distant land near the point on the map ......America. Did you see the maps before you sailed here, spread on the table of the shipping office ? You and your brother , when did you plan your escape , to jump into the cold waters of the darkened harbor near the coast of New england? Where did you enlist .....
were you always at sea together ?.....So many questions for the offspring of two deserting sailors of the kings navy......
   In the dark night of the harbor , the oil lanterns giving off a soft glow on the creaking deck , two brothers on night watch sneak quietly to the ladder on the side of the ship , whispering softly , and thinking as alike as only two brothers could. They slip quietly into the numbing cold of the slick surface waters the distance the glow of the lighthouse looming in a cycle of timed circles shows only on the tips of the ripples on the water as they swim quietly towards the dark end of the pitch blackened pier. Behind them each .....floats a sea bag tied to a rope around thier necks .....and in each bag what?....perhaps a change of clothes old bible wrapped in an oilskin binder to keep it dry from the seas salty brine? Or maybe a map and a bag of hard tack and oatmeal , or a bottle trade rum or two .
   My father often told of these two brothers who would marry twin sisters of Native Americans and raise their families somewhere along the coast of New England. But , between the deserting sailors lives and wives .....the missing middle years , untill they or thier children became farmers and woodsmen. Using the skills taught as children they farmed and worked away at the labors of the time. I don't even know if the brothers stayed together or separated .....each chosing to go the way of the farmer ....the sailor.....of the native women that they married.....
   There is only today , for me though , and an active immagination.......and as I stand here on the coastline and look out at the rolling and vast surface waters of the north atlantic , I think of brothers , my own , and those who came from the sea ......and I wonder did they love the sea as much as I do ? ......Or was it just a way to get to an end.....a highway to a dream? ......Scotland , Ireland England ...and to New England....."From a distant shore we came ." ........I can hear my Fathers voice even now, and the voice of the sea as well, calling me, calling me ......

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dahoglund 5 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

The sea is fascinating. Even the Midwest Great Lakes have an imaginative pull.

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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Yes they do Dahoglund , I always wanted to do a lighthouse tour there. Stay well.

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GusTheRedneck 5 years ago from USA

ahorseback - A story that knows it is a poem. Really good stuff. By the way - if you made that photograph, you know which way is up around a camera. If the picture came from another source, you surely do know how to pick out the good ones.


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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

I understand that call of the sea to you... at least I think I do. You paint a great picture with the words of one who listens not only with his ears but with his heart. Great piece my friend. Thank you so much for sharing this!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hey Gus , Thank you so much , I like to take all my own photos , that one is on the coast of maine on a sailing schooner we took a little trip on. Almost all of the photos in my hubs are mine . Except the wolf pictures and two or three others. It sure isn't hard o see beauty when it's right there in front of you . Stay well my friend.

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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Cheyenne Laurie! Thank you very much . My father always told this story about his great ,great grandfather. In the distant past of my families heritage there are many influences , I am a hienz 57 variety . Scottish , Irish , English , and native American. And no doult the sea a part of it all. I am so glad that you share your stories of growing up with us . You know our pasts are so interesting to share . Stay well Laurie , Hugs to youu.

Marina Lester 5 years ago

I always wanted to know who my ancestors were, if it's possible it was from them I got my love of the sea. Maybe one day I'll find out, maybe... The sea pulls at the imagination perhaps that is why I love it so. Wishing you the best ahorseback, love how freely you share your thoughts. :)

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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Marina , there are many ways to find out about ancestry , I think it's important to know although I reached a dead end. My father always told this story of the brothers although we don't know where. Its amazing what other people find though! Thank you for sharing all our thoughts.

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