"Aye Ye Matey, Windward's the Name": A Collection of Poetic Short Stories
By T.W. Sanford
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T.W. Sanford
T.W. Sanford was born in Conroe, Texas with family in East Texas including two brothers and a sister. He has a love for the outdoors, sports of all kinds and a deep appreciation of art and music. He has been married to his loving wife for over 45 years and counting. His artistic flare is shown in his poetic pieces, his love of music and his artwork.
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"Aye Ye Matey, Windward's the Name" - T.W. Sanford
Aye Ye Matey, Windward’s the Name
A Collection of Poetic Short Stories
T.W. Sanford
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About the Author
T.W. Sanford was born in Conroe, Texas with family in East Texas including two brothers and a sister. He has a love for the outdoors, sports of all kinds and a deep appreciation of art and music. He has been married to his loving wife for over 45 years and counting. His artistic flare is shown in his poetic pieces, his love of music and his artwork.
Contents
"Aye Ye Matey,
Windward’s the Name"
Treasures In An Old Attic
A Setting By The Sea
When I Get Big
Wooden Boats
My First Tall Ship
This, My Ship of War
Her Name is Anne
When I Come to You
Windward’s the Name
Papa Said
Kind James
Racing With the Madness
Stones and Boulders
Tainted Rum
Unknown Writing Hand
The Ship’s Hour-Glass
Captain Windward’s Address: This Ocean… She
A Sailor’s Sunset
Captain Left Ashore
Billy’s Being Mean
Cobblestone Ground
Ocean Play
Cold Silence
To My Son
The Will
The Windward Epitaph
The Littleton Evening Gazette
The Littleton School Reporter
Nature Sounds
Aspen
Amber Sunrise
Asphalt Trail
Balloons
A Summer’s Day at Bierstat Lake
Children Who Play Among the Flowers
Crossing the Street
Liquid Mirror
Marked Night
The Morning Tarn
A Little Mountain Cloud
Small Mountain Lakes
Mystery Face
Nirvana’s Gate
On My Way to Mountain Top
Little Otters And Dolphins And Butterfly Wings
Partake of the Sky
Rainbow Bridges
Rainbow Drops
Red Clay Earth
Red Clay Earth II
Scar Across an Uneasy Sky
Upon this Boulder
Amid the White Bark Trees
Man Talk
Man Talk
Adversary
Amber Sunrise
Ancient Men
Aroma Amour
Baby Christina
Beyond Belief
Big Bugs That Buzz
Billy Joe Bob
Black Hunter
Boogie-Boardin’-Wife
Broken Wings
My New Cellular World
My Christmas Tree
Cool Dude Just in Front
Daisies and Buttercups
Days of My Heroes
Dogma
Dominion Over All
Door Knockers
Dyslexia
Ear To Appreciate
Express-Lane of The Insane
First of His Kind
Flowered Graves
Foreign Cars
My Wife and Her Fountain of Life
This Fragment Of Time
Pocket Park 2 on Galveston Shore
Garbage Drive
Golfer in the Mist
Governmental Crock
The Heel-Spur Tale… Almost A True Story
High Beam Rider
High Man
House Gone Awry
I Never Heard The Thunder
The Ice Princess
Ingrown Big-Toe Nails
The Joyful Toy
Just Enough To Be Dangerous
Justa’ Mighta’ Been
Lady
Life’s Greasy-Slick Highway
Little Bird In A Cage
Lotto Man
Lumpy Glob
Majority
Mark And Cleo The Pair
More Than Twice
The Most Ghastly Thing
Mr. People-Watcher
My Dying Player
Not a Fairy Tale
Not My Day
Old Man In The Store
Out Upon The Jetty
The Pallbearer’s Prayer
Plastic Buckets
Point Of View
Life’s Procession
Progression
Right
Rock-n-Roll For Jesus
Runners
This Sad Place
Say Good-bye
A Small Child’s Plate
Sometimes
‘OOPS’
Swinging Doors
There Was A Hand
To Be King
White Whales, Fast Cars, and Full Sails
Who I Am
My Uncle Willard And The Clown
Mr. Willard Fortune’s Auto
My Winter Observations
Wood-Peckers
Work
Wrong Days Off
Yesterday’s Storm
Oak Philosophy
Oak Philosophy
An Angel For Her Grave
Angel of Tears
The Grieving Angel
Artist
Awakening of the Vessel
Classical Guitar
De-javu
Death’s Door
Death’s Floor
Dooms Day Resolve
Dying Verses
Eternity’s Child
Flaw
Fly on a Silver Bird
Gift
It’s More than Ink that Must Flow
The Inner Sound of Leaving
It is What it Is
Just a Tree
The Key to Evermore
This Leo
Little Black Bird
Magic Stick
Magical Time
Man and Mirror
Melancholy
Most Complex of All
My Guitar
No Time for Make-Believe
Odd Night Dreams
Odd
Opening
Passageway
Past Life Regress
Perfection
Phantom Bird
The Planet Eden
The Poet’s Dance
Rainy Days
Rope Tied Rings
Run Playful Run
Seasons
Serenity
No Spiraling Earth
Things that Break
To Be
Tomorrow
Unpolished Crude
When the Sleep Comes
Willow
Windshields (Having to do with Life)
Within My Tablet
Within the Calmness
A Wizard’s Call
My Wooden Box
Ye Seer
Garden Wall
Garden Wall
An Old Dog’s Tail
Little Angels with Stick-on Stickers
Autumn of Youth
Black Satin Dress
Brew of Desire
I Remember That Bridge
Calendar Angel
Candy McKinney Age Twelve
Sunshine Girl
Carlson’s Wedding Toast
The Carlson’s Affair
Dancing with the Doves
Echoes Submission
Echoes have wings
The Enchantress
For Karen’s (My Lady’s) Eyes Only
Garden Wedding
My Haunting
Her Eyes
How Could I
I Stole A Rose
If We Were Not Strangers
Joe Bob and Thelma Sue
Just How Pretty Can My Karen Be
A Small Angel With Ribbons
Little Blue Dress
The Lovers’ Season
Loving Games
Loving Playful Games
The Marble Pedestal
My Christmas Girl
My Love She Is
My Summer Lass
An Ocean’s Breeze
Once Upon A Time
One Cup
The Pillowcase
A Pocket Full of Twos
Porch Lights
Sharing of The Candle
Sidewalk Chalk
Skip Two Three
Sphere of Candle Glow
Spinning Little Green Globe
Star Bright
Strike the Match
Sunday
Tee and Karen San
A Sailor’s Letter Home
Thelma Sue’s Dress
This Man’s Perplexity
Totally One
The Wind’s Favor
Without Care
There is a Woman In the Water
Zinfandel Wine
Uncle Ted,
For all of the inspiring conversations,
The thought-provoking philosophies,
For all of the gifts of art and poetry,
All of the hugs, the love and the pride you have bestowed upon me without limit, boundaries or expectation.
With all of the love I cannot express…
the Fewmet, the niece, Candy
"Aye Ye Matey,
Windward’s the Name"
missing image fileTreasures In An Old Attic
It was summer vacation
And I was spending it at the ocean
At my family’s cliff-side home
And I was thoroughly enjoying the solitude
Of my being there all alone
The cliff-side house is the house
That was built by my great great grandfather
Few come here anymore
It needs some tending
But still a beautiful here upon the shore
The days had all been warm and sunny
The rhythmic waves never varied
From their constant washing of the shore
Sea gulls squawked their always complaints
Always heard above the ocean’s roar
Soon there came a day
Unlike the days as before
There came from out of the ocean
An early morning summer storm
An awakening lightning struck near the lighthouse
Huge waves crashed against the boulders
The wind and the rain and the crashing salty water
Made it all somewhat colder
This would be a day spent inside the old house
So I set myself to explore
And it was soon that I found myself
Standing at the top of the stairs
Opening the attic-way door
With a lighted candle
I entered the dark filled room
And every so often a lightning bolt
Would flash through the window
Creating the eeriest loom
Although dark and foreboding one would assume
I felt no fear… Not even the slightest sense of doom
I felt as a child-explorer on some adventurous park ride
An Egyptian lost tomb
What unknown treasures lay inside
There were treasures everywhere
There was an old diving-bell helmet
Made of copper and brass
With little round windows
Made of the thickest glass
An old set of English teacups with pot
I found newspaper wrapped
And so carefully boxed
An angled piece of polished wood
I found just lying about
A down-under boomerang
Without a doubt
An African shield with spear and mask
A hula dress
Made of long dried grass
All about me were strewn
My great great grandfather’s treasures
A man I never knew
And then… There in a dimly lit corner
Behind a painted oriental screen
The light hit it just right
From my little candle’s beam
An old sea chest
Filled with… Yet
Even more unknown wonderful things
There as I moved the decorative screen away
The sun came through the window glass
In a warm burst of rays
Quickly gone was the storm
That had set my adventurous day
I pulled the chest near to the window
Setting free the cob-webs and dust
Hinges and hasp all trimmed in brass… No rust
It was mine to open
And to know what lay inside… Was a must
The hasp was closed but not locked
So I slowly lifted open its top
And there in the light
As though on a spot-lighted stage
All alit were the treasures
That the old chest contained
There to the left
Among some charts and maps
All tooled in gold
Lay a Sea Captain’s hat
There to the right
Tucked down way in
A half hour glass
Still dry was its sand
Near the back
A shiny brass telescoping glass
And there in the front of the chest
A large compass pointing west
And beneath it all
I found a Captain’s uniform
All decorated with medals
Of shinning silver and gold
Here I had found a mystery
One that my family never told
It came to my mind
That maybe even they didn’t know
I sat the telescope
The sand time glass and the compass
Each on the floor
Carefully I removed
The Captain’s dress uniform
Perfect was the condition of its fabric
I noticed there were no moth eaten holes
For the chest was cedar wood lined
Everything about this old sea chest
Was of the finest quality of its time
When I removed the uniform
I uncovered a huge book
All brass and leather bound
Oh… What mystical treasure had I found
How old could it be
This huge tome
How many years had this book been here
Unread… Alone
I pulled it from the chest
Its long time darken grave
I removed it from its dormant rest
No telling how long it had laid
There I was seated on the floor
All aglow in the window’s rays
I opened its leather binder
And looked upon the elegance
Of a gold bordered page
An old family bible I had found
A book I suspected
None of the rest of my family
Even knew was around
I began leafing through the pages
One golden edged leaf at a time
It brought a kind of rush to me
This treasure… This wonderful find
The first few pages
Were intended to be for begotten names
Who begot who
And the times and the places
That all the begetting began
But a line had been drawn through
The title at the top of the page
And written in bold hand just below
Instead in its place
These Are My Children…
From God With Grace
Yes… These pages were filled
And I had never heard of
Any of the names
There was always the hint
That there was a Captain
And he was a little somewhat strange
I continued with what was now a quest
Turning the pages of the huge tome
Soon I turned to an inserted loose paper
Hand written… Just stuck in alone
The paper was signed by a lad named John
It told about how he wanted to be just like his Papa
And how proud he was to be his Papa’s son
It was a delightful paper that I read
It told about dreams
That a lot of little boys once had
It was a wonderful find
Those old thoughts… Written back in that time
And at the bottom paper… John Windward signed
Queried became my thoughts
Oh but… What other delightful morsels might I find
There I was seated cross-legged upon the floor
Still all alit by the window’s rays
I did not remove that paper… I just left it there
For I felt it was somehow a part of the book
And it needed to stay
The surprise of the unbound paper find
Seemed to quicken my play
It all felt like I was seated upon
And now a part of
A leather-bound…
Etched and bordered in gold…
Kindly shanghaied… Lured onto…
An old Captain’s stage
Leaf after holy leaf I turned
Being so very careful with everyone
Excited with each
In what might be yet to come
Many unbound papers I found placed therein
There I took the day and read each one
There I got to know
An old Sea Dog named John
I have reproduced those old papers
And placed a copy of each herein
So if you have a mind to
Here inside you might find
Someone who long ago
You would have called a friend
"Aye Ye Matey,
Windward’s The Name"
A Setting By The Sea
Here before you is unveiled
The life of a once small lad
He who had the dream to grow
To be the same as his dad
Made of gold were the waves in his hair
An ocean of blue-green were his eyes
A good little boy
Born with dreams
Filled with pride
A little toy wooden boat
Carefully tied
Secured by a string
Each evening by the ocean’s edge
He with his older brother
Always that little boat
The little boy would bring
His mother and father
Were taken away by a typhoon
To know the emotions of such
Came far too early… Much too soon
Karmic fate descends upon a spiral
And upon life it can prevail
Upon these found papers
There is a spiral
And oh so fated is the tale
When I Get Big
He set the course of his life
By the stars in the sky
He was a ship’s Captain
Ocean-blue-green
Were my Papa’s eyes
I remember his face
I remember being at his side
I feel I knew him well
And I have recalled them all
Everyone of his wonderful tales
And I have retold them all
Each and everyone
Ever since I was very young
"My Papa is a Captain
The Captain of a tall sail rig
I’ll gonna be just like my Papa
When I grow up and be big
There’ll be no string
Tied to my stern
I’m gonna be free to see the