A taut ship was she,
Fast in her own way,
No cannon for weight,
Carried she did more freight,
Her captain too, twas great…
A small crew,
Them all he knew,
All mighty sailing men,
She weren’t no canoe…
From tropics to arctic,
We plied the seas,
To sail her,
Was emotionally cathartic…
Wine, women & song,
We saved for so long,
Once on land we partied strong,
While at sea her captain never wrong…
He made his ship to be the best,
Everywhere we sailed a gainful quest,
One day we assume he was depressed,
We now pray for those men,
And hope they are by the lord blest…
© ed ~~~ 1/31/09
Ron
Great metaphors of life!!! I like this!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Fee
Like PeeWee says, don't embarrass us in front of sis Lily.
Edvard the Elder
PS What the heck are you doin up so early? Are you sleep writin again??!!
PPS Tiger Lily says to stay out of her new terlit.