An Old Lady of The Sea

She’s a century old and a beautiful lass Who, by far has outlived other girls in her class. Anchored high on a bluff, Over-looking the bay, She’s a proud paragon of the ships of her day. Now retired from the sea, she still takes on a crew When some guests climb aboard for an evening or two. Her history’s obscured, But her boarders suspect That they’ve seen her old captain Keep watch on the deck. He keeps a tight ship, as one visit will tell And he tends to look after His night guests as well. Two eagles are seen every day, soaring by Like the sentinel wings of a vigilant eye. Her terminal voyage stretched four-thousand miles Which had more than surpassed all her previous trials. This seafaring giant has ceased to set sails, But she holds a life’s treasure of untold tales