Robert J. Roe

From “A Sailor’s Note-book”

I

WIND hunches his shoulders,

Un shivers behind deck-house.

He would like to be im tropics now.

Wind jumps at the luff of sails,

Slides down on his belly

With legs all spread-eagled,

Tumbles off boom,

Un goes round un round companionway—

Like crazy cat shasing his tail.

III

Wind is lazy stevedore

Which comes along

Un dumps sacks of spices,

Un shuffles away singing,

“Yankee ship came down the river.”