Hiker's/Biker's Berth
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this rotten port
Aboard this tiny ship.
Aboard this tiny ship...
Go ahead guests... submit a verse or two...
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this rotten port
Aboard this tiny ship.
Aboard this tiny ship...
Go ahead guests... submit a verse or two...
Zoe's Verse, 4-25-15
The landlocked captain's name was Roy
And his ship's name was the Breta
He allowed guests upon his toy
So we too could learn to love her
The landlocked captain's name was Roy
And his ship's name was the Breta
He allowed guests upon his toy
So we too could learn to love her
Tribute to the First Mate:
Cynthia's Verse, 4-26-15
A cat once used to roam her decks Around the world she came A little cat as black as night And Maus, that was her name |
 Maus & Leo
Roy's Verse, 4-26-15
Old Breta and the mighty "Maus", A vessel and its First Mate. While Breta was both ship and house, Maus was simply great. |
Liang's Verse, 5-29-15
1000-yr-old Chinese proverb (translated):
"Enjoy life when you can.
Don't save money; that will come back.
Don't empty your wine glass.
Don't waste your talent."
1000-yr-old Chinese proverb (translated):
"Enjoy life when you can.
Don't save money; that will come back.
Don't empty your wine glass.
Don't waste your talent."
Kyaw and Bethan's Verse, 6-17-15
Søren Kierkegaard:
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."
Søren Kierkegaard:
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."
Mark's Verse, 9-10-15
Allan Watts' version of The Chinese Farmer Parable:
Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer who lost a horse, which ran away.
And all the neighbors came around that evening and said, “That’s too bad.” And he said, “Maybe.”
The next day the horse came back, and brought seven wild horses with it.
And all the neighbors came around and said, “Well, that’s great. Isn’t it?” And he said, “Maybe.”
The next day his son was attempting to tame one of these horses and was riding it and was thrown and broke his leg.
And all the neighbors around in the evening said, “Well, that’s too bad. Isn’t it?” The farmer said, “Maybe.”
The next day conscription officers came around, looking for people for the army and they rejected his son, because he had a broken leg.
And all the neighbors came around that evening and said, “Isn’t that wonderful.” And he said, “Maybe.”
The whole process of nature is an integrated process of immense complexity and it is really impossible to tell whether anything that happens in it is good or bad. Because you never know what will be the consequences of the misfortune, or you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.
Allan Watts' version of The Chinese Farmer Parable:
Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer who lost a horse, which ran away.
And all the neighbors came around that evening and said, “That’s too bad.” And he said, “Maybe.”
The next day the horse came back, and brought seven wild horses with it.
And all the neighbors came around and said, “Well, that’s great. Isn’t it?” And he said, “Maybe.”
The next day his son was attempting to tame one of these horses and was riding it and was thrown and broke his leg.
And all the neighbors around in the evening said, “Well, that’s too bad. Isn’t it?” The farmer said, “Maybe.”
The next day conscription officers came around, looking for people for the army and they rejected his son, because he had a broken leg.
And all the neighbors came around that evening and said, “Isn’t that wonderful.” And he said, “Maybe.”
The whole process of nature is an integrated process of immense complexity and it is really impossible to tell whether anything that happens in it is good or bad. Because you never know what will be the consequences of the misfortune, or you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.
Roy's Verse, 9-20-15
Combining Kierkegaard (subjective truth & commitment) and the Chinese Farmer Parable:
The tame horse did not run away for it perceived no harm.
No wild horse's spirit broken, no son thrown off and sore.
No conscription officers occasioning 'round the farm.
No "maybe", nor any kind of fortune - Ahimsa ended war.
Combining Kierkegaard (subjective truth & commitment) and the Chinese Farmer Parable:
The tame horse did not run away for it perceived no harm.
No wild horse's spirit broken, no son thrown off and sore.
No conscription officers occasioning 'round the farm.
No "maybe", nor any kind of fortune - Ahimsa ended war.
Maria's Verse, 10-12-15
Sea Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Sea Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Gary & Collin - Milwaukie Oregon
3/24/16
A whale of a tale of a ship that did sail
'round the world and then back home again.
The captain and crew (for he took on a few)
sailed the seas whether sun, wind, or rain.
He was patient with others,
for they all were land-lovers-
but he taught them a thing or three.
His first mate was a cat,
but the thing about that-
Turns out twas a dog o' the sea!
Setting out was terrific,
sailing from the Pacific
to the ocean Atlantic they went-
from the east to the west-Panama was the test-
For it's only that place you are such-sent.
Through the Suez they'd go,
for the Horn'd be too slow,
but the captain at first mightn't chose that
though the stars were aligned,
-navigator maligned
for the sextant was manned by the first-cat.
Through the Indian Ocean,
with slow rocking motion
They rounded New Zealand for home.
And that's where the story
takes on special glory-
(well least-ways, it does in this poem).
While in Harbor at port, the ocean did snort
and a wave met the river with fury.
Upon hearing the news,
Captain Roy grabbed his shoes
and took off on his bike in a flurry.
Now the dock held one boat,set the other afloat
And the Coast Guard could have secured her.
Now the Breta, she made it
but her sister-(I hate it)-
those rocks caused a nautical murder!
After salvaging pieces, and signing releases
it's terra-firma for Breta and Roy.
By special request, you might be their guest- it's just their special way to spread joy!
When you spend a few nights,
Roy will show you the lights,
and the hatch, and the things he could rescue.
When you get up from bed,
on the way to the head,
don't let your toes get wet in the fescue!
3/24/16
A whale of a tale of a ship that did sail
'round the world and then back home again.
The captain and crew (for he took on a few)
sailed the seas whether sun, wind, or rain.
He was patient with others,
for they all were land-lovers-
but he taught them a thing or three.
His first mate was a cat,
but the thing about that-
Turns out twas a dog o' the sea!
Setting out was terrific,
sailing from the Pacific
to the ocean Atlantic they went-
from the east to the west-Panama was the test-
For it's only that place you are such-sent.
Through the Suez they'd go,
for the Horn'd be too slow,
but the captain at first mightn't chose that
though the stars were aligned,
-navigator maligned
for the sextant was manned by the first-cat.
Through the Indian Ocean,
with slow rocking motion
They rounded New Zealand for home.
And that's where the story
takes on special glory-
(well least-ways, it does in this poem).
While in Harbor at port, the ocean did snort
and a wave met the river with fury.
Upon hearing the news,
Captain Roy grabbed his shoes
and took off on his bike in a flurry.
Now the dock held one boat,set the other afloat
And the Coast Guard could have secured her.
Now the Breta, she made it
but her sister-(I hate it)-
those rocks caused a nautical murder!
After salvaging pieces, and signing releases
it's terra-firma for Breta and Roy.
By special request, you might be their guest- it's just their special way to spread joy!
When you spend a few nights,
Roy will show you the lights,
and the hatch, and the things he could rescue.
When you get up from bed,
on the way to the head,
don't let your toes get wet in the fescue!
Haiku - by Philippe, 3/9/16
Breta
She shared her stories
Voyages around the world
In her arms we slept
Tanner and Karinne's Verse
Kelso, Washington, 8/1/16
Look out for one another. Drink wine. Read books. Put your phone down. Go to bed late.
Wake up early. Work hard. Smile. Pray. Eat well and laugh hard.
And most importantly, savor every moment because it will be over before you know it.
That is our definition of living the dream, together.
Kelso, Washington, 8/1/16
Look out for one another. Drink wine. Read books. Put your phone down. Go to bed late.
Wake up early. Work hard. Smile. Pray. Eat well and laugh hard.
And most importantly, savor every moment because it will be over before you know it.
That is our definition of living the dream, together.
Greg and Amy's Verse, 8/3/16
Iron Maiden - "The Talisman"
When I stand and look about the port
And contemplate my life,
Will I ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls us on the deck
I take my things and walk to the harbourside,
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation,
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold
Sail out on the tide
We are pleased to be out and
Embracing the open sea
Free from our troubles
And more free from thee
Inheritors unfulfilled reason
Behind us.
We flee from what is not what
Is will be.
We flee the earth and face our
Harsh reality.
Will death be low mist that
Hangs on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues,
Rash judgements, selfish men
Never to be seen on these shores again.
As we sail into oceansize
And lose sight of all land
A face of contentment
Around in the air
We're off now to seek all our fortunes
To the land of our dreams
Riding the waves and the storm
Is upon us.
The winds lash the sails but
The ropes keep them tight
Off in the distance a dark cloud approaching
None could imagine what there was to come
No, there's no one going back
No, there's not a second chance
As we strap onto the side
We pray to God that we won't die
As we ride the rough seas,
As we soak from the ocean waves,
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive
Four ships are lost in the
Stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews,
Their phantoms follow us
Spirits, sails, they drive us on
Through the all consuming waves
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seas
Four leagues and ten and we
Hit storms again
We just can't get away from
The eye of the storm
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But we cannot escape it
Abandoned earth that we now crave
Is many leagues from safe
Holding on for our dear lives
And we're praying once again
rotten luck or just jonahed?
The talisman is in my hand
Limbs fatigues, trembling with cold
Blinded from the sea spray salt
Clasping anything we can hold
Heaven's rain upon us falls
Twenty days without a meal
And ten without fresh water still
Those that didn't die in storms
The scurvy rest did slaughter
Westwards the tide
westwards we sail on
Westwards the tide
Sail by the talisman
We approach the other side
Of the ocean with the tide
In our favour just for once
Welcome greeting our new land
The elation in our hearts
The excitement in our veins
As we sail towards the coastline
Of our golden promised land
Weary limbs fatigued away
I have no life left in me
No more strength and nothing
Left to give
Must find the will to live
Never thought that we could make it
Truly sight of shores divine
the sickness I am dying from
Never wanted it to end this way
Westwards the tide
Westwards we sail on
Iron Maiden - "The Talisman"
When I stand and look about the port
And contemplate my life,
Will I ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls us on the deck
I take my things and walk to the harbourside,
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation,
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold
Sail out on the tide
We are pleased to be out and
Embracing the open sea
Free from our troubles
And more free from thee
Inheritors unfulfilled reason
Behind us.
We flee from what is not what
Is will be.
We flee the earth and face our
Harsh reality.
Will death be low mist that
Hangs on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues,
Rash judgements, selfish men
Never to be seen on these shores again.
As we sail into oceansize
And lose sight of all land
A face of contentment
Around in the air
We're off now to seek all our fortunes
To the land of our dreams
Riding the waves and the storm
Is upon us.
The winds lash the sails but
The ropes keep them tight
Off in the distance a dark cloud approaching
None could imagine what there was to come
No, there's no one going back
No, there's not a second chance
As we strap onto the side
We pray to God that we won't die
As we ride the rough seas,
As we soak from the ocean waves,
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive
Four ships are lost in the
Stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews,
Their phantoms follow us
Spirits, sails, they drive us on
Through the all consuming waves
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seas
Four leagues and ten and we
Hit storms again
We just can't get away from
The eye of the storm
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But we cannot escape it
Abandoned earth that we now crave
Is many leagues from safe
Holding on for our dear lives
And we're praying once again
rotten luck or just jonahed?
The talisman is in my hand
Limbs fatigues, trembling with cold
Blinded from the sea spray salt
Clasping anything we can hold
Heaven's rain upon us falls
Twenty days without a meal
And ten without fresh water still
Those that didn't die in storms
The scurvy rest did slaughter
Westwards the tide
westwards we sail on
Westwards the tide
Sail by the talisman
We approach the other side
Of the ocean with the tide
In our favour just for once
Welcome greeting our new land
The elation in our hearts
The excitement in our veins
As we sail towards the coastline
Of our golden promised land
Weary limbs fatigued away
I have no life left in me
No more strength and nothing
Left to give
Must find the will to live
Never thought that we could make it
Truly sight of shores divine
the sickness I am dying from
Never wanted it to end this way
Westwards the tide
Westwards we sail on
Chris's Verses, 12/11/16
Santa Cruz Mountains, California
For just one night a new crewman stopped,
along his Oregon trip.
Seeking respite from a stormy drizzle
aboard this tiny ship.
Throughout the night, the rain ran on;
precipitation slammed the decks.
Inside, the crewman fast asleep,
fearing not for any wrecks.
And in the morning the storm had passed --
The rainbow broke its grip.
Until next time respite's required
aboard this tiny ship.
Santa Cruz Mountains, California
For just one night a new crewman stopped,
along his Oregon trip.
Seeking respite from a stormy drizzle
aboard this tiny ship.
Throughout the night, the rain ran on;
precipitation slammed the decks.
Inside, the crewman fast asleep,
fearing not for any wrecks.
And in the morning the storm had passed --
The rainbow broke its grip.
Until next time respite's required
aboard this tiny ship.
Amber Williams - Roseburg, OR - 12/12/16
"One of my favorite folk bands, GREAT BIG SEA to honor S/V Breta..."
Hey somewhere,
you threw your fear in the Sea of No Cares,
Let your self go with the tide,
there's an angel by your side, tonight
