WALLY'S POND
Old-timers still talk of
that strange April night
in 2015...when
They gather around the
old coffee pot at the
Brazoria General Store...
After all, there are retired sailors
and sea-lovers galore 'round
those parts---and who loves
an old sea tale like an old Tar?
The tale went like this: all over
the Gulf shore area, sea
shanties were heard all-night-
long...that April night...
clearly... along the coast
on the salty sea breezes,
Coming in from the sea, it
seemed...
Some old Tars, it was said---
even got up, and brewed
a pot...and sang along with
the ghostly voices---
"Come all you young sailors
who follow the sea,
Way hey, blow the man down...
Awaitin' for you is a girl
just like me...
Way hey we'll blow the man down!
Blow the man down, my maties,
Blow the man down,
Give us some time---
We'll blow the man down!"
Yes, it kept many awake, and
brought back fond memories
of the sea...and times when
the whole world...was young.
Search parties were sent out
next morning
in small boats to search the
coast for the ghostly, perhaps
shipwrecked... wailin' singers...
Strangely the search narrowed to
a small pond at Wild Peach...
A neighbor, swore the sound
came from near his place...
They found 'em...thar on Wally's Pond...
Little boat a'rockin amidst
the cattails...
They found 'em thar...three of 'em...
OLD TARS. happy to be
back at sea together...
Exhausted from a long night
of recallin'---celebratin'--- and
a-sangin'---
They found 'em, happily asleep
with smiles on their faces...
a'snorin' ....
and
A little keg, labeled
Glenmorangie Celtic Nectar
empty, and bobbin' gently
in the bottom of the
little boat, at the feet of the
sleepin' compadres...
There amidst the cattails
on Wally's Pond..
The old timers down thar...
still talk about it....
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By MIL
April 18, 2015
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