The Pirate Life for Me
The Lost Boy
Björn was a quiet boy.
Scruffy hair, sun-bleached strands tousled from the ocean breeze.
Wearing a shirt with rolled up sleeves.
Pant legs too short and always a hole in a sock.
A makeshift pirate rested is his left pocket, his only toy.
Like the toy, the boy sought treasure.
However, he mustn't set foot off shore.
He was forbidden to venture beyond the dock.
If he ran his tongue across his lips, he could taste the salt.
The child was a product of the sea.
Raised by a crew of men on ship.
He knew of a faraway mother,
Forever separated since birth.
They sang to him in song
About the Mother he was incredibly fond.
About the Creator
Haggar Ben
I love to dream and let my mind drift off into new worlds and characters.
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Well done!