a poem in my pocket

when warmer air stirs sweet memories on
those youthful days when he sailed waves of sea
feeling of freedom worth dreaming upon

he watched the sky in experienced way
and listened for foghorn’s woeful low sound
to safely guide ship back into the bay

love of the sea understood beyond speech
lives on after old sailor’s laid to rest
like signal of lighthouse on rocky beach

Laura Bloomsbury challenges us to write three tercets in pentameter (optional) with set rhyme scheme. Linking to dVerse Poets…