Sailing Poets' Story of Cruz St. John USV!

For several days we sailed among the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot ocean sailing sailboat. I became part of the gag that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my way to Barbados.

We walked the capital of St. John one lazy night.. It was full of hippies spending time in the vibrant Caribbean bars where food and alcohol flowed easily with gossip and instant fiendship.



"She was Tanned and wrinkled, we never knew her name, yet white as well as tanned and also wrinkled, was searching for a video game. We saw her at the bar at Woodys as well as provided her a beverage. She mild, well-tanned, and enjoyable. She reached be rather rather as Woody put his double rum.

"We left her there that night, a sad and lonesome lady looking a lot older than her worried thirty listens to. She wore the marks of trouble on her face and in her mind, however she was worthy of much better, for she was authentic and kind."
It was late when we left Woodys; not many people left. Cruz itself was closing just late-night hangers-on as we walked the weary streets in the capital of Saint John. I put $50 in her hand as she sat alone at the bar. She was down on cash and luck that night, a sample of her life. But for the moment, she was happy that she had met someone who cared.

St Johns