“Avast mate, show us your colors.
Bosun’ assemble a boarding party.
We’re going aboard.”
An old window shade
To a discarded mop handle
Makes the main mast
For the HMS Cardboard Box.
Sometimes we lower the standard
And raise the ‘jolly roger’
When goods and gold are scarce.
No matter what the cargo,
The quest is the thing,
That and the battle’s glory.
I sail again. I’d forgotten,
Till you reached five.
‘Treasure Island’ is alive for us both.
We each brought something to the game;
But I’m taking away most.
published in Blue Fish Digest ~ January/February 2015