by Paul Martin | Aug 21, 2022 | Poetry
There’s a busted-up ol’ dory thats a’resti’n by the pierWith the name of “maverick” fade’n on her bow,But there was a time I launched her at a place right close to hereAnd I wish to God that I could do it now. I’ve rolled her through a gentle surf, into a sea of... 
by Paul Martin | Aug 21, 2022 | Poetry
High upon a hillside bare,Without a thought, without a care,I started in to digging there,…all alone. I did not seek the hidden gold,Nor rubies in my hand to hold,Or diamonds which I could enfold…just a stone. One which only God had seen,Had touched, had felt, had... 
by Paul Martin | Aug 21, 2022 | Poetry
Give me the feel of a well built hull,Of a jib, a mast, and a sail,And give me the cry of a gray-winged gull,And give me the scream of a gale. Give me the feeling that drives some mad,From the fear that comes with the storm,And give me the lightening from God’s... 
by Paul Martin | Aug 21, 2022 | Poetry
Have you ever seen a sunrise that was made of purest gold?The kind the forty-niners used to pan?Have you ever seen a cloud like a cotton blankets fold,Kind of sprayed up at the edges like a fan? Have you ever watched the gulls come a wingin’ from the sea,Before the...