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…
a poem in my pocket 
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