Written by: esther robinson

Once, in a certain ship that sailed
Storage of drinking water failed

Tossed on the salty sea so deep
Perplexed, the captain did never sleep

Filled with fear, he sent SOS message
To nearby ships expecting salvage

“Lower your buckets where you are”
‘The good word’ came from afar

Although the SOS sounded strange
He ordered, ‘collect water in this range’

The water so collected tasted good
Hearts abroad, rejoiced over that news so good

The sailor knew that a brook there did flow
With good waters to make the weary glow

The anxiety disappeared like mist
That’s touched by the sun’s fist

Extinguished faces lit up
Those in low spirits were lifted up

Today, examine do you like that sailor somewhere
Have a good word for someone you care?