Nantucket   He spoke: There once was a man from Nantucket, aye, back then there were so many men, seadogs to a man, jack tars, just one look at them would do, when the tide was up, when the wind shot icicles at your teeth, howling like the banshees howl, in full force five gales, me hearties (he said with a grin) foulies and skins — if they were lucky — alive to the task o’ takin in sail, me buckos, reefin sail hundred feet o’er the heavin deck — those were real reefers then, real suck it up men, not like now. He paused. Please leave.                                                                        for Wyn   © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont May 2012