The Rhyme Of The Stranded Mariner
Night follows day; day follows night
…It’s stuck – no wave or motion,
As idle as the Coleridge ship
…Upon the Coleridge ocean.
Green grass, green grass, every where
…No water here to drink
Nor water here to float our boat –
…At least we will not sink.
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photo by Bill Davenport at
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 
This albatross around my neck,
It really has a stink
My ship is now a stranded wreck,
I sure could use a drink. Good one 😉