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About This Poem
Patiently Awaiting
Upon the seas there sails a mighty ship
Her hold is weighted down with precious gold
She sails across the wide and surging sea
Alas! so dark and stormy is the sea
The men in fear and quaking grip the ship
The waves have no regard for chests of gold
While sailors try to lift the load of gold
The hull is damaged further by the sea
And rocks of distant shores have crushed the ship
Now lies the ship and gold beneath the sea
_ Form is both tritina and iambic pentameter _
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