"Fur Traders on Missouri River" by George Caleb Bingham ‘Ballad: Our Crew of Two’ and Other Poetry by Amy Foreman The Society January 26, 2017 Beauty, Humor, Poetry, Short Stories 14 Comments Ballad: Our Crew of Two When we set forth, the breeze blew fair, The sun shone balmy, warm. Our sheets were fixed; sail filled with air, No warning of the storm. Our crew of two, so cheerfully, With confidence untried, Thought we could lick the strongest sea And still enjoy the ride. In dinghy small: in ocean great Our tiny course still true. We charted stars to navigate; From Heaven took our cue. And so we cruised for many years, Successful in our tour. With frequent laughter, scarcer tears, The partnership secure. But one night when the stars were gone And clouds obscured our view, A gust surprised us, struck head-on And blew the mast askew. In darkness thick, with rising surge, We struggled with the sail. The waves now threatened to submerge Our vessel in the gale. We could not see to douse or reef And so we grappled, blind; Our crew of two, in disbelief Left buoyancy behind. The dinghy tossed like wreckage now And, hope so far from sight, We tried once more and then, somehow, Our crew began to fight. Through foam and froth and swelling wave Our agitation grew. Each violent blast a cause to rave, To quarrel, stage a coup. Our crew of two, now one-on-one, Not just against the squall Attacked each other ‘til undone, A rebel’s free-for-all. So will we drown in waters vast This tempest take our souls? And, sinking, will we still lambaste Each other’s weak controls? Or could we, if we changed our tack And pulled together, firm, Outlast this storm, this inky black, Our partnership affirm? Oh, please, let’s try, although the sky Above is dire and grim. You take an oar and so will I, Together scull and skim. I’ll call you “Captain;” call me “Mate.” We’ll rally, make amends. And, crew of two, we’ll navigate This stormy night as friends. 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Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 14 Responses James Sale January 26, 2017 More fine stuff from Amy – the Ballad is very resonant, of all journeys, but especially the marriage one! Reply Joe Tessitore January 26, 2017 Very well done, Amy! Keep them coming. Reply Amy Foreman January 26, 2017 Thanks, Joe! Reply Amy Foreman January 26, 2017 Thank you, James! Reply Kathy F. January 26, 2017 I really enjoyed reading “Ballad: Our Crew of Two.” Great poem! Reply Amy Foreman January 26, 2017 Thank you, Kathy. Reply CAROL HERRING January 26, 2017 I love this poem. Want to forward it to friends who are going through awful “storms” right now. They’d feel strengthened by your words of struggle and determination, and your word images. Thank you. –Carol Ann Reply Amy Foreman January 26, 2017 Of course, Carol–please feel free to forward it to anyone it might encourage. My heart goes out to them, wherever they are, and I hope they can rally and navigate their “stormy night as friends.” Reply CAROL HERRING January 26, 2017 Thank you so much, Amy. I teach small painting classes for women and it’s become a retreat, where they can express what they’ve had to bottle up inside. Sometimes I do get to doing a watercolor demo for them or a paint-along with me. They rarely get to paint at home. Art is healing—painting or poetry. Carol Ann Amy Foreman January 26, 2017 And yes, James, I wrote this specifically about marriage. I’ve been struck by how, in stressful times of life, when we should be united against a common foe, we sometimes forget, and turn on the very one we should be helping and protecting. And when we do, we not only lose the battle, we lose each other. At least if we stick together, we both have a fighting chance . . . 🙂 Reply Dona Fox January 27, 2017 I always your poetry, Amy! Reply Amy Foreman January 27, 2017 Thanks, Dona! Reply Rebekah January 29, 2017 Amy, your ballad very much resonates with me right now. Tried, not nearly as successfully, to put into poem a similar idea earlier this week (nothing new under the sun is my motto!). Thanks for the inspiration (in writing and life!). Reply Amy Foreman February 4, 2017 Glad it encouraged you, Rebekah. And God be with you as you weather the storm . . . Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.