"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

01 July 2023

Mighty.

de Maus, Rigging and Sailors, 1903


TRIANGLE (A poem in waltz time)

Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall 
Is the day when my ship will set sail 
The best of all friends will say good-bye again 
There's still time for one last glass of ale 
We'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall 
On a southwind and lots of good cheer 
And when we've looked over the white cliffs of Dover 
We'll be in Bahama next year 

From Bermuda on down the Triangle around us 
Will teach us a lesson or two 
There's many a mate who unevenyly stated 
The course he had charted was true 
Don't worry 'bout me, he said "Go down below 
Give a certified sailor a turn 
Just sip on your rum or I'll give you my thumb and say, 
Son you got something to learn" 

It's a mighty hard way to come down 
And a mighty fine way to be found 
So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship 
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips 
With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips 

Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring 
When when the water runs heavy and fast 
The mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones' Ball 
And it seems their first trip was their last 
They had so much fun they don't wish to return 
To the beach where they lay all day long 
They'd rather stay under and boy it's no wonder 
When all the rock lobsters roll on 

It's a mighty fine way to be found 

Triangle Triangle, oh see my ship dangle 
We're bound for Bahama my friend 
Like lovers like danger like babies like mangers 
But that's where my storybook ends 
Like soldiers of fortune, believers in God 
And all kings without crosses to bear 
All sweepers and cleaners with no misdemeanors 
Should try the triangle out there 

It's a mighty hard way to come down 
And a mighty fine way to be found 
So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship 
Put the kiss of dawn on my lips 
With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips 

When she took her last tumble the sea bottom rumbled 
There was no confusion or blame 
The captain said "Men we must answer again 
To the sea so ye may not complain" 
And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep 
With their faces turned up to the stars 
A tuna fish turned to a mermaid in bed and said 
"There goes another sandbar" 

It's a mighty hard way to come down 
And a mighty fine way to be found 
So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship 
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips 
With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips 

Gordon Lightfoot

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