It seemed as if the boat would turn
Those waves of ore and wild winds swirl
The ups and downs and bellowed cries
Of sea legged sailors
You? or I?
Perhaps the ship should find its shore
Away from all the dangered horror
Would raze or topple into cold
The freeze…the chill…the loveless born
“Ai! Nayy!” The captain cries with glee!
“Onward Ho! Who me..To flee?”
Nay so for now the shore…did see!!
Not long dear ones
In the wild, blue sea……………..