S.S.V. TABOR BOY
David T. Johannesen
Class of 1964
Hear the eight delicate bells of midnight
Sounding the commander’s watchful zeal;
The shallow hills of Falmouth shed their light,
Gray smiles across a starboard reach: ideal
Union of wind and tide, love’s surety
Leans the blissful hull into nourishment;
Mizzen and main point with alacrity
As fore jib snaps in surprised bereavement.
Eight bells again, now harsh in midday…
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