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For the most part, the writing of IF SHIPS COULD TALK has been a labor of love. There were times, as the reader will discover in "The Thief," that my pen ran dry and no growth rewarded daily toil. The verses have been written to reach many with ideas to which they can relate easily. There are no intended hidden meanings to be ferreted out by serious critics. Purists may reject my mechanics, but I lay no claim to poetic skills. During my eight years as editor of THE WATERWAYS JOURNAL, the "rivermen's bible," I have met many fine people, among them the late Charles "Chuck" Francisco, who inspired this book, and |
Delta Queen Pilot Lexie Palmore, whose superb sketches illustrate its pages. My thanks to both of them and to the river poets who graciously permitted reproduction of their poems in the latter section of this volume. This book has been fun to write. Here's hoping it will be fun to read. And perhaps there will be a serious message in it, too, for someone. Jack R. Simpson |
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Master of Your Fate - by Jack R. Simpson 'Tis strange how independent man Prefers to sail the course he charts, Despite the riptides in his plan, Despite the wake of broken hearts. It's blind he cruises on his way, Striving o'er tumultuous streams, Assuming he will see the day, For realizing fondest dreams. Until one day the tide becomes Far more than mate alone can bear; He humbles self (to God succumbs). The Master will not leave him there. Instead He'll put the boat on course, Restore its progress o'er the waves That hammer with nerve-racking force To dispatch seamen to their graves. On wayward ship was where I'd been 'Til friendly witness caught my ear And told me of the Nazarene And how to stem my wildest fear. "Does truly such a man," I cried, "Exist and really care for me?" "He truly does!" my friend replied. "God sent his Son to set men free." So now I've learned (for He taught me) That pride and independence can Rise up like shoals from 'neath the sea To ground the ship of stubborn man. Contentment's now my lot in life. With Galilean at the wheel I sail the waters free from strife To spread the word that Christ is real So take the words of seamen true; Tho channels may not all be straight, He'll set your course and see you thru, Deposit you at Heaven's gate. |