One Ship sails East, one sails west
and oh how the winds won't rest.
Its the stance of the sails
and not the roar of the gales,
that d'rects the ships onward throw.
As the bleak winds of the sea
so are the winds on our journey;
the purpose in life we set
will produce rewards you bet
while toiling life's trek below.
Life's composite---peace and blows
our goal is reached by faith each knows.
live your life but plan to win;
when goal is felt--- no chagrin
a crown of life surely bestow.
T. Leona Phillips