Ode To Rope

Ode to Rope

As I cast off for that very first time,

The "rope" in my hand has now become "line".

And hauling the sails to the top of the mast,

That "rope", now a "halyard" holds strong, taught and fast.

Then sailing in brisk winds full force on a beat.

The sails are trimmed in by that "rope" that's a "sheet".

And now at my anchorage with sails safely stowed,

I trust in that "rope" that now serves as a "rode".

Through all my life I will never lose hope,

Of a reason or time to play with a rope.

   

I found this  naval poem by Anonymous at.. 

http://usswalton.com/?page_id=238

U.S.S. Walton (DE-361)

"A Webpage For Those Who Served Aboard Destroyer Escorts."

...during a search for poems about ropes because I think they deserve to have poems composed in their sinewy,  muscular honour. 

These are some of Davenham's...