Swept
" Swept "
'Tis with heart heavy meownself so say~
That which doth trouble me then thus this day~
'Twere she a schooner fine & so grand~
'Twere not she longer in mind's eye demand~
I've swept me brow with turmoil~
Foundered me sets with gargoyle~
Rounded well Horn a'winter cold~
Naught whot ayre e'er thus bold~
She's a'down well nigh a'weather~
Runnin' now light as lost feather~
Smirk now a'from under 'er bow~
Alas! 'Tis e'er whot ayre a'blow~
'Tis a'sea whot ayre 'er goal~
Akin mare & silliest foal~
Nay! Not yet cries voice below~
She with sea doth yet smoothly flow~
SeaWolf
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Copyright © Caribbean Seawolf | Year Posted 2011
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