Kendall Merriam Poetry

A Thousand Ladders

Sun, 10/19/2014 - 7:15pm

    A thousand ladders

    Placed against hundreds of ships, boats

    Up and down the coasts of time

    Here are two Friendships

    Between men and wood

    Tar and bronze

    The tide is rising

    If it could be for peace

    Here within eyesight

    At the edge of The Head of the Bay

    Are those boats, one inside, one out

    Constituting a revival

    Of close, fine work

    Mostly done by volunteers

    Who substitute pizza for Old Newburyport rum

    Sunshine, no breeze makes it warm enough

    To work, and work on

    Unhampered by snow, freezing rain, gales

    It’s a lovely day

    For charming boats

    Even if sailing is five months off

    Do sailors, boatmen think that today

    We are close to Heaven

    The steambox working properly

    Kendall Merriam was born and raised in Rockland. He has a history degree from Gordon College and pursued graduate studies in military and maritime history at the University of Maine at Orono and Mystic Seaport in Mystic, Conn. He received grants to study historical research at Colonial Williamsburg and the National Archives in Washington, D.C.

    Merriam has been widely published, including in Katyn W Literaturze (Katyn in Literature), a Polish anthology of literary works about the WWII Katyn Forest Massacre by 120 international authors, including Czeslaw Milosz. Most of Merriam’s work has a definite muse – family, friends, and strangers – with life’s larger themes of work, love, loss and death.

    On April 29, 2010, Merriam was appointed Rockland's naugural Poet Laureate, an honor from his hometown that Merriam cherishes. 

    The glue holding

    The paint scraping fruitful

    It will make the mind anticipate

    Long, sunny days on Penobscot Bay

    With chicken sandwiches

    And Paula’s lemon cake

    Do the workers think of this

    Or just the strip at hand

    The sea draws men and women

    In spite of weather, of any danger

    Is it the smell of salt

    Is it God’s will

    Having given this blessing of water

    The skill to build

    Humans follow age-old instincts

    Leaving comfortable homes

    Even in retirement

    To make these creations

    To finish and restore

    So we hope this work

    Will go on and on