Excuses, excuses ..........


Bob Gaut 


My father was a sailor.
My brother was one too.
I was in Uncle Sam's army.
No oceans were in view.

They told sailing stories
so I would be impressed.
I said I thought it funny
the way a sailor dressed.

Now I admire brave sailors
who sail a fickle sea.
I like their sea borne stories,
but the navy's not for me.

I prefer old terra firma
too much to raise a sail.
For when the sea is angry
my face is ghastly pale.

Though men in my family
point to our ancestral line,
I say the army saved me
from the foamy brine.

Sailors are such a proud bunch,
and I guess that is the norm.
I might have been a sailor
Except for that funny uniform.

Bob Gaut can be reached at the following address: rgaut@gs.net

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