Where do you keep your pleasant secrets? I don’t mean those darker ones you’d rather no one ever find out about. I mean the ones that mean so much to you.

Back in 1975 I wrote about a sailor who shared where he kept his secrets. For some reason I was fascinated with the ocean, and I keep finding old poems and songs with that sort of theme. Not sure what it was…maybe it was because I lived in fairly close proximity to the Gulf of Mexico for a while.

No matter. Today’s poetic contribution is called…

Secrets In A Chest

My friends call me Schooner,
And I think that it applies
‘Cause I’ve got roaring sea waves
Rising, falling in my eyes.
I keep my secrets in a chest
At the bottom of the sea
Guarded by ol’ Captain Kidd
‘Cause he’s very good friends with me.
My chest is always in his care.
He treats it like his own.
He’s such a hero, Captain Kidd…
Never leaves the chest alone.
I have a ship of rubies
With a diamond on the mast,
And when I’m feeling gloomy,
I sail my ship into the past.
My ship’s my only mistress,
And I think she loves me too.
We can sail all day quite happily
Through a sea of green and blue.
But these are all my secrets,
And I keep my secrets in a chest.

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 1975

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