When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside ; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide ; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And…
Category: poetry
Poetry and People in Paradise
If Once You Have Slept on an Island If once you have slept on an island You’ll never be quite the same; You may look as you looked the day before And go by the same old name, You may bustle about in street and shop; You may sit at home and sew, But you’ll…
Poetry in Motion – Cortado Style
Poetry has been a solid course of study onboard the Cortado. Over the last two years I modified a very basic poetry curriculum from our Calvert School studies to incorporate a larger appreciation of the art of poetry. We read a lot of poems! We search for poetry that resinates within and we each continue to…
Recharging our Batteries.
Arriving home from two months in Europe was sooo nice. No matter where one has been or how long gone, there is nothing quite like sleeping in your own bed. But there was no rest for the weary here, as we had only a short two weeks to get ready to move to Florida…
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