Treasure For Maureen

A midnight ship with silver sails And hoisted flags with scarlet tails Is whisked by winds of golden gales Descending from the skies above. And though the decks are wet and soaken, Still the hull is swift and oaken So the course remains unbroken, Trailing wakes of turtledoves. With storm departed, then no sooner Comes, unseen, a pirate schooner Neath the nighttime, light and lunar, Pouncing with a push and shove. Though hope seems lost, a cyclone saves Dispersing foes and other knaves With frothy foamy fisted waves Which strike like leaden leather gloves. Secured, the ship has safely landed - Left behind, the pirates stranded - Passers-by are smiling candid, Knowing not the worth thereof. For hidden in the wooden hold Is treasure bursting unforetold - Far more than diamonds, thyme and gold - It brings unbound a brother’s Love.