Poem by Lincoln Ross Colcord

Fernando de Noronha

We lay becalmed; the white-hot sun
Beat down above an even swell;
And, clear upon our starboard bow
Stood out your spar-like Pinnacle.

1. The Westerlies
2. Christmas Island
3. Hong Kong
4. To the Memory of My Father
5. The Fishing Fleet

Print

1184 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version