What kind of people...
What kind of people
live on boats.
trees are rooted,
driftwood floats
What kind of people
coil those ropes,
paint their castles,
live their hopes.
What kind of people
cast off here,
slip their moorings,
disappear.
What kind of people
so remote
still need wheels to
float their boat
What kind of people
decorate
the means by which they
navigate.
What kind of people
freedom seek,
then find shelter
cheek to cheek.
What kind of people,
might just choose,
might just choose,
set their roots in
dancing shoes
What kind of people
live on boats.
Trees get cut down,
Driftwood floats.
Take care,
ye mariners all,
take care
your poetry made a really interesting post John; takes some thinking to put it all together like you did turning your images into a little story
ReplyDeleteSuch well-observed photos John and clever little ryhmes to go with them, although judging from the state of the plants, dancing shoes don't make very good plant pots.
ReplyDeleteA masterpiece in prose and image John, a masterpiece.
ReplyDeleteI guess 'Another World' best describes their lives. The gold shoe planters maybe are a good metaphor -dreams of fancy filled with dirt,and hopes and plans with no room to root. It would be interesting to chat with some of the boaters and hear their stories.
ReplyDeleteLovely musings, John. What sort of people, indeed - I think I would have a fondness for them. Great post.
ReplyDeleteHow do you do it...a wonderful post John!
ReplyDeleteThat took a lot of time and thought and talent to piece together the poem matched with the photos. Very good, John.
ReplyDeleteMade me want to get in a boat and shove off : )
ReplyDeleteGreat post-and photos too!