If Robert frost was a Mariner,
This is how he would write,
His all time masterpiece,
Which we all still recite,
Which port that is I think I know.
And its not a convenient port though,
They won’t notice me anchoring here,
Since I am going in, when it’s all snow,
All the crew must think it queer,
Calling a port with no Seamen club near,
Between the jetty and frozen sea,
The coldest evening of the year,
Forward station gives bell a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake,
Other sound is from the funnel uptake,
Of easy wind and the sooty flake,
Oceans are lovely, blue and deep,
But I have ETAs to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep !!
*Seaman Club – A place near port for recreation of sailors
*ETA – Estimated Time of Arrival.