By Harem
Date: 8 March 2001

SAVANNAH RIVER

SAVANNAH RIVER

STANDING ON RIVER STREET,  LOOKING TOWARD THE SEA
MAKES ONE WONDER OF THE PAST,  HOW WONDEROUS COULD IT  BE

THE COBBLE STREETS LAID BY SLAVES,  THE BUILDINGS ETCHED IN PAIN
THE SAILORS AND THE PIRATE SHIPS,  ANCHORED WITH THEIR GAIN

THE HUSTLE AND THE BUSTLE,  OF AN ERA LONG AGO
THE STAGE WAS SET,  THE FEELINGS STRONG,  READY FOR THE SHOW

GAZING  AT THE MOORINGS,  WHILE BREATHING  FISHY AIR
FANTASIZE OF EARLIER DAYS,  OF SEAFARERS AND THEIR LAIR

LEGEND TELLS OF  PIRATES HOUSE,  MADE OF SAVANNAH  BRICKS
WHERE THE GHOST OF OLD CAPTAIN FLINT,  HAUNTS AMONG THE WICKS

MANY A SAILOR WAS DRUGGED,   THRU THE HIDDEN TUNNEL CARRIED
BENEATH THE CAPTAINS ROOM,  THE RUM CELLAR TARRIED

UNWARY SEAMAN  SHANGHAI’D,  TO COMPLETE THE SHIPS CREWS
OF  SHORTHANDED SHIP’S  MASTERS,  UNSCRUPULOUSLY THEY’D CHOOSE

THE VESSELS CARRIED BOOTY,   FROM LONDON  TO BOMBAY
TREASURES LEAVING SINGAPORE,  EVEN TO THIS DAY

HUGE SHIPS CRUISE DOWN THE RIVER,  WITH CARGO STACKED UP HIGH
REMIND US OF THAT ERA,  OF DAYS AGO GONE  BY

TODAY THE DECK IS COVERED,  WITH TRAILERS TWENTY DEEP
METAL SQUARE CONTAINERS,  UNLOADED ON THE STREET

TO BE PICKED UP BY THE TRAILERS,  TO TARRY DOWN THE ROAD
BRINGING STORES THEIR BOUNTY,  AWAITING CARGO  LOAD

ALAS THE MAGIC ROMANCE GONE,  NO PIRATES ANY MORE
SO THANKFUL THAT THE BALLAST READS  “ VIA SINGAPORE “




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