Port of Call


Sailors seen as a lustful sort

Beautiful girl in every port

On ocean blue you quickly learn

Not every ship promised return


So, we make hay while the sun shines

Spend land-locked nights in love’s entwine

We seek love where and when we can

Bane of life to seafaring man


Brave men so tan, so strong and true

Muscular frames wrapped in navy blue

Eyes that have seen a larger world

Can turn the head of local girls


The island inks that paint our arms

Our quiet strength and worldly charms

For all our raucous, rowdy noise

The innocent maids love bad boys


For them, we are a chance to see

Beyond their small life by the sea

To live life more adventurous

Adrenaline so dangerous


Thus, we dally in our leisure

Partaking of all their pleasures

For both, the unspoken and known

The sea will come to call him home


Beautiful girl in every port

Sailors seen as a lustful sort

But if the truth is to be told

A few each seaside port would hold


For these ladies, you need not cry

A passing ship will soon seek dry

Another worldly, salt-cured crew

Returns lustful from ocean blue


12 Responses to “Port of Call”
  1. beth says:

    a story as old as time, well penned

  2. Ah, life at sea, freedom, fresh air, negative ions from the salt spray, the sun, getting a good tan… all things I never did, even as a Coast Guard (Reserve) officer because they assigned me to landside duties, especially training. But I did get to go to Tradewinds (Antigua & Barbuda, 2011) and train those from Caribbean countries together with Marines… Great work Brad…

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Oh, those handsome men dressed in blue. I remember traveling to Baltimore just for fleet week!

    You paint such vivid imagines. I could see the entire scene playing out like a movie as I read your words. ❤

  4. Bridgette says:

    What is so captivating about a sea-faring man? Perhaps they soak up the magic of the waters and bring a little to shore with them. Who doesn’t want to touch the sea?

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    A scene played out for hundreds of years.

  6. Anonymous says:

    I life one May envy

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