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    Singing in the Sun
    Singing in the Sun
    Singing in the Sun
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    Singing in the Sun

    By G. Henry Stege

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    G. Henry Steges dedication to sailing was a natural development. Raised on the
    Connecticut shore of Long Island Sound, he followed a career in international
    marketing while sailing a series of boats from dinghies to several larger craft:a family
    cruiser named Starduster, then a successful one-ton ocean racing yacht named
    Stegosaurus, and finally a fifty-foot cutter named Stegosaurus II.
    After earning his Coast Guard Captains license and PADI Divemaster certification,
    he and his wife teamed up to operate Stegosaurus II as a charter yacht. Over a
    twelve year period they sailed more than 22,000 ocean miles commuting between
    Connecticut and the Virgin Islands, and approximately 4,000 miles running charters
    through the Virgins and various Windward Islands of the Caribbean..
    His experiences formed the basis for two volumes of verse: Whistling in the Dark
    and Singing in the Sun, each of about 145 poems. They earned him the selfappointed
    title of Underwater Poet.
    Ashore following the sale of Stegosaurus II, he
    extrapolated his sailing life into two novels: Wings
    of Morning and Hurry Sunrise, following an
    earlier work, unrelated to the ocean, titled Season
    of the Fireflies.
    Sadly, Stegosaurus II was sunk by her new
    owner 200 miles south of Haiti during a singlehanded
    winter passage from Florida to Aruba.
    He survived. The boat did not.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateFeb 21, 2015
    ISBN9781493180554
    Singing in the Sun
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    G. Henry Stege

    George Henry Stege’s dedication to sailing was a natural development. Raised on the Connecticut shore of Long Island Sound, he followed a career in international marketing while sailing a series of boats from dinghies to several larger craft: a family cruiser named Starduster, then a successful one-ton ocean racing yacht named Stegosaurus, and finally a fifty-foot cutter named Stegosaurus II. After earning his Coast Guard Captain’s license and PADI Divemaster certification, he and his wife teamed up to operate Stegosaurus II as a charter yacht. Over a twelve year period, they sailed more than 22,000 ocean miles commuting between Connecticut and the Virgin Islands, and approximately 4,000 miles running charters through the Virgins and various Windward Islands of the Caribbean. His experiences formed the basis for two volumes of verse: Whistling in the Dark and Singing in the Sun, each of about 125 poems. They earned him the self-appointed title of Underwater Poet. Ashore, following the sale of Stegosaurus II, he extrapolated his sailing life into two novels: Wings of Morning and Hurry Sunrise, following an earlier work, unrelated to the ocean, titled Season of the Fireflies. Sadly, Stegosaurus II was sunk by her new owner 200 miles south of Haiti during a single-handed winter passage from Florida to Aruba. He survived. The boat did not.

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      Singing in the Sun - G. Henry Stege

      Copyright © 2015 by G. Henry Stege.

      ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4931-8054-7

                      eBook           978-1-4931-8055-4

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Rev. date: 02/20/2015

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Here in this birth of a late spring day

      Victor

      Laughter is the lubricant of life

      Jan

      A host of shadows move behind my eyes

      They say young men fight wars

      From distant beach palms reggae rhythms soar

      ORIGIN

      Playland

      Hope

      Childless Children

      Ocean is the face of earth

      Veterans

      Each sunrise of our days together

      As a child each moment of my day

      South

      Last week on New York’s midtown streets

      Life is disorganized.

      Thoughts land

      We have not spoken recently old friend

      SKIPPER

      A phantom runner follows me

      Stewardess

      Parents depart

      Lost in God’s dark cosmos

      Mummy

      In stygian darkness now she stands

      Sunk

      Suicide

      How fragile has our earth become

      Your Laudate Dominum

      Sounds of your soul

      Children

      No Christmas can be new again

      There is a poem I was going to make

      MORITURI…

      Sportscast

      Only another veteran can truly understand

      Kenneth

      BLUE WATER SKIPPER

      Styliste

      We are panoply of contradictions:

      MUSE

      IMPERATOR

      OMNIA GALLIA

      I thank years for the mask of age you wear

      YESTERYEAR

      Guadeloupe

      Being a trifle long of tooth is not enough

      At first light this morning I awoke

      It is not ocean that I love

      You are my interactive TV set

      Lost Aura Lee

      Laughing, God programmed us

      Christmas Grace

      Mother

      Go West

      November

      Brahms

      Memories

      Ancestors

      Gift

      Modest Proposal

      Phantom

      Outrageous

      Apology

      To An Aging Mistress

      California

      Farewell

      Carrier Landing

      Dreams

      Sisters

      To Julia: For Christmas

      To CSS, Christmas

      Mating Dance

      Leaving

      Morning Light

      Ocean

      Prayer

      Lost

      Guayaquil

      Olden Time

      Parents

      Shirley

      Absence

      Yesterday we sailed a night watch

      OOPS

      Old friends

      To Max

      Now is the time

      Along our wandering way

      Deep in this sundown sea

      Traveller

      True Muse

      Most of us have failings

      Secret

      When I was a small boy

      God knows what is best for us

      As I recall

      IN MEMORIAM: ARDEN

      GEEZER

      MUSE

      I am

      Elderly

      MOTION PICTURE

      WHA…?

      Memoriam

      PEGGY

      Oldster

      DROUGHT

      Parents

      To My Nephew’s Son And Daughter

      INDEX

      DANDELIONS

      GET READY MAN

      QUERY

      God sent Him here

      WORD

      WEDDING

      Family Visitors

      CONFESSION

      GENESIS

      Yay Sondheim

      ANGUISH

      FORECAST

      PRAYER

      ANSWER

      TO FRA STEVE

      SPLENDOR

      KENNON

      MEMO

      Death is a word

      STEWGATZ

      TRINITY

      VALENTINE

      Top of the bottle

      Thank you Jehovah

      Love

      Open moufy

      Sometimes at night

      REMORSE

      LONELY

      In this old, old photograph

      LONELY BOY

      HEADMASTER

      PROGRESS

      For Two Sisters

      Here in this birth of a late spring day

      In cool of an April afternoon

      I feel a touch of soft wind’s play

      Midst chatter of birds at evensong

      This pale spring sun is a parody

      Of tropical glare where I yearn to be

      At our helm in strength of tradewind’s blow

      Midst noise of our bow wave’s furbelow.

      I lust for those bright days anew

      With sun’s heat on my shoulders

      When flare of your beauty was overture

      To symphony of my joy in you

      And splendor of love that would never fade

      In chill of New England’s winter shades.

      Victor

      Yesterday we were immortal

      Golden friend of childhood days:

      We sailed furroughs in time’s sea

      Rail down forever with no destination

      Other than today. For we had all of time

      Until you stole our memories

      And with that quiet smile of greeting

      You saved for your special friends

      Handed them to Death.

      Today I grieve not for your final pain

      But for

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