
Does anyone want the verse to give them a view of another's life?
Or a poem for the adventure and rough justice of the high seas?
Do you need to start getting brave about something?
Is it true that there are no great adventures left?
Must this be the way with you now or will you take your chances?
I wrote this after dangling an old PZM microphone out of a window on a rainy windy day in Northern England UK.
When I played the audio back, a picture of a ship and its Captain came rushing to my head.
I then imagined the adventures of the Captain from his rise to his fall and wondered about the people he would influence, enslave and eventually finish.
Not being able to swim, the Captain was perfectly adjusted to fight for his life and possessions and to court the queen's favour.
The Captain loved his life style and he loved cannons, the smell, the noise and the effect they had.
The Captain's Story
a proud man was --
he sailed his ship from day fought
and was now on way