Sam Clemens snagged his nom de plume
from a boatsman's measuring cry,
"Mark twain," two fathoms depth - quite enough
to keep a stern wheel free from mayhem.
What are the markings of our voyages?
What leadsman within will navigate us
through the rocks and shallows
of feckless greed and foolish delusions?
The captain waits uneasy at his station
then above the engine's quiet purr,
and the music of gently lapping waves,
a voice from the deck cries out, "mark twain"
and he nudges the throttle forward.
© 2016 by Robert Charles Howard
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Sam Clemens snagged his nom de plume
from a boatsman's measuring cry,
"Mark twain," two fathoms depth - quite enough
to keep a stern wheel free from mayhem.
What are the markings of our voyages?
What leadsman within will navigate us
through the rocks and shallows
of feckless greed and foolish delusions?
The captain waits uneasy at his station
then above the engine's quiet purr,
and the music of gently lapping waves,
a voice from the deck cries out, "mark twain"
and he nudges the throttle forward.
© 2016 by Robert Charles Howard
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