Sailing To America

Leaving the dock, sounding the bells Captain at stern, strong water swells Winds give rise, full ahead call Clear blue sky, no noted squall. Boston harbor hosting, ships are notable Schooners to Barque, old and admirable, Sailing from Europe, Canada and England Powered by winds, tugboats on hand. Under the sky, across the sea Tall ships sail, first view majesty White masts rise, dressed to parade Crewmen now salute, flags proudly displayed. Ropes are taut, winds pass by Ships now turning, sailors climbing high Spacious seas accommodate, ships sail proud Nearer to port, cheers come loud. Crow’s nest manned, smooth sailing ahead Through the channel, U.S. Coastguard led, Viewers on banks, small boats inland All ships accountable, well in hand. Quite an honor, sailing high seas Hands on deck, standing at ease, Coming into port, Bunker Hill insight Best of all, tall ships delight.