Seaside sunup, wharf shed warms up,
grandsons load up bait lines,
and his Jimmy Buffett cassettes.

Carton of cigarettes, cooler of long necks,
top the checklist of gear to square away.

Sunbathed aft deck, tales of shipwrecks,
sun dried fish nets and sea legs sway.

Helmsman spreads Hellman's on sliced
burger rolls, pickle barrel diving
while the skipper plots the shoals.

Old man's cranky without his kosher dill,
his onions and mayo, and margarita swill.

He's steady at the wheel, but grandpa’s
sextant views don't align with his crew,
and anchors wont tie down his heels.

Nice poem . Sounds like a memory of yours.

Thanks, Julie. This is actually what's called an ekphrastic poem, meaning it was inspired by another piece of art, in this case a painting.

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Thanks for the info . The guy has some nice paintings .

It makes me feel like I’m there