Pirate Girl

Pirate Girl

I know a pretty pirate girl.

She is a friend of mine.

We explore life, we joke and wonder.

When we talk from time to time.

Her spirit is a darting bird

—Flies high, free and happy

A little bit risky and a little bit wild.

Quick to laugh and suddenly wise.

Her eyes sparkle as she asks,

“Why so often do clouds in the sky

arrange themselves in such an auspicious manner?”

And sparking inside her heart, the finest treasure

saved for the day the right man walks into her life.

Now whiles come and whiles go

and for awhile all men are a pirate buffet for her to browse.

Every day is an adventure in nibbling

and she is like a pirate Popsicle.

Sweet, good to see and inviting to taste.

For awhile she’s trouble on a stick

for all those men she keeps on the line.

Here I sit and talk and explore

wondering how many whiles

this old sea dog might last.

Or perchance to don hat, pistols, and patch

and become that one special pirate man

who shows her where begins the real adventure….

Her smile comes easily and honestly.

Her laugh is joy personified.

And her dark eyes are a vast, wondrous ocean

for the brave soul who dares set sail

on a long and deep uncharted voyage.

 

Dewey Dirks Copyright 2010