The wind

[lainey]

Carries its freight, I thought it'd be cool if you had a lower case C, just so people know you're continuing from the title, though it is pretty obvious anyway.
rattle and clang,
trails anchors into land. Nice, I really get a sense of the wind's power.

Sea storms and poppies
greet an old sailor,
slopping early rise rum. Slopping is such a crude verb. I don't know, I'd just like a bit of heroism, a bit of decorum to my sailors .

Flutters the skirt
of his Cancan tattoo,
spits out tobacco bits
rolled for his first brew. No!! A silly degrading tattoo and bad manners

Smoke blows complaints
in sheltered accommodation,
drinks to remember
what he gave for our nation. The use of 'our' just seems alienating; to me anyway.