The Sailing Ship

A Sailing Ship The rolling sea attracts my gaze, As waves are whipped in peaks of white. I see a ship from bygone days, Her masts so tall come into sight. She’s journeyed far across the sea, Her men were heroes, duty bound. Their lives were hard, but they were free, With tales to tell beyond the sound. How brave the men that chose to sail, Their loved ones prayed for their return. In constant storms and lashed by gale, So far from home their hearts would yearn. And on their leave they’d come ashore For leisure time, a time of ease. Their wish perhaps to sail no more Upon those rough and stormy seas. What wonders to behold, oh mighty sea! What treasures will you dare unfold? The secrets of the deep revealed to me, I see a wreck, a chest of gold! Upon the rocks a pirate ship Was dashed to pieces, sank below. Returning from a daring trip, Defeated by a mighty foe. But now, my dream is fading fast In mists of time, in days of yore. A sailing ship with pirates’ mast That seeks redemption on the shore.