Free are the thoughts on those sailing ship dreamdays,
these will be memories treasured for ever.
Bleached is their hair and there’s salt in their blood veins.
Nobody sails with a mate he can’t trust well.
These will be memories treasured for ever.
Long may they live and to sail many vessels!
Young are the mates of these vessels gone sailing.
Bleached is their hair and there’s salt in their blood veins,
far from the place where their ships should be sailing,
home in their hearts but that never is mentioned.
Nobody sails with a mate he can’t trust well,
trust is the reason the mates get along on
ships that are free on those sailing ship dreamdays.
I wrote this poem yesterday on the ferry thinking of my son who is a mate on the clipper “Actief”; the pictures were made a few days ago by my husband Toussaint when the ship entered the harbour of Terschelling. The poem: I tried to do another trimeric, and I wanted to do it in alcomanic verse (I was reading Staying alive before I started and that is where I found this rhythm) Not sure if it worked, but it was fun doing, the 2 hour journey went very fast this way!