Resurrection

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Rusted hulls neath salty fathoms
Vanquished by a fickle sea
Skeletons of yesterday
Reminders of what used to be

Once proud ships long since forgotten
For years have laid beneath the tide
Memories of their staid tradition
Now forever locked inside

But alas, the tides of nature
Have erased the hapless deep
Secrets that have long been captured
The ocean can no longer keep

Rise again you mighty vessels
Resurrection is at hand
Feel the winds ore your bows freshen
Set sail across your sea of sand

The Aral Sea was once the world’s fourth largest body of water.  It has been steadily shrinking since the 1960’s, after the rivers that fed it were diverted by Soviet Union irrigation projects.  Now, it is almost gone, leaving a desert full of old shipwrecks.

 

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Resurrection

  1. They used the water to grow cotton Bob, a very thirsty crop.

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