There she lay resting, calm, serene
Berthed again at Privateers Wharf
Ready to spin the endless yarns
Of all the places she has seen
The winters froze her at her berth
Her riggings screams ‘neath Northern sky
Her crew adrift and wild in Halifax town
They left her their to slowly die
No more the trade routes of the orient
No more the shores of Africa so strange
The new fangled steamers rule the seas
They say it’s certainly seems a shame
The brass will go for scrap metal
The timbers cut and dried for furnace wood
The ropes can still be salvaged
Purser says I’m afraid that’s all that’s any good
Like a regal Queen she sits in grace
Knowing her monarchy’s in total ruin
The days of sail have come and gone
She will be the last one soon.
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Such a regal and majestic olde tyme sailing ship should never be
scrapped! This ship is truely awesome and the sail rigging 'branches' are an expansive vista to peruse... wonderful photo! I also like your
name Felix... as in Felix The Cat! My abode abounds with my fabulous,
mystical, loving, beloved Felines! ~*~ Shivani ~*~
Pity, greenpeace could do with an extra anchor weighed, afore and aft, beat to quarters.
I love Sailing ships.
Ch'erie
Love Tinka
Birgit and Roger
She seems a grand ole ship, bet you she has a million adventures to tell about her times upon the sea. I hate to see ships die...
Beautifully depicted and presented; the photo is lovely.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.