Red sky at morning
Sailors take warning.
Red sky at noon
Sailors seek shelter soon.
Red sky over sea
Sailors steer to the lee.
Red sky over land
Sailors make castles of sand.
Red sky all day
Sailors say, “What the hey?”
Red sky at dusk
Sailors play “Tusk”.
Red sky over there
Sailors know it’s five o’clock somewhere.
Red sky turns green
Sailors ask, “Did you see what I just seen?”
When the sky is orange
Sailors argue about what rhymes with that.
Chris blog any time
Ann finds sublime.
Ann dropping in to say hello
Is one of the best things I know.
Orange you gonna say banana?
Something something avocado.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Eating peanuts by the peck.
The captain called; he would not go –
Because he loved his goobers so!
Best poem about Turner’s The Fighting Temerarie ever.
I loved this Chris. As a sailor myself I can attest to the fact that no matter what color the sky, it’ always…
Fantastic. I think I’ll rely on that clock as proof that the sun is always above the yardarm somewhere.
I love this post. That is all.
I’m so glad you dropped anchor here and enjoyed this part of my little port.