Barco Do Boa Vista 2
Barco do Boa Vista 2
Windswept, worn and weary sails
You might think that this boat ails
But with sound and sturdy, solid mast
She sails the ocean's waves at last
There was one here not long before her
But she sailed away to who knows where
Perhaps the Pirates thought they had the right
To slip her moorings in the dead of night
All they left was her shell lifeboat
Cast ashore though she could still float
Solitary, washed high on the beach
Out of water, out of reach
So a vessel more seaworthy
Was carved and built for all to see
Ready to sail the ocean blue
Ride trade winds with verve anew
The lifeboat too was hauled aboard
Made shipshape, to go abroad
With its own tiny mast and sail
Lashed to the deck with a rusty nail
There's not much calico along this coast
To make a sail, so we made the most
Of what there was ready to hand
What was found on rock and sand
So with part mainsail from a sheet of wood
And tattered foresail flapping as best it could
Into the wind she made her bearing
Casting aside risk with daring
She knew her stays were strong and taut
To take more sail as they ought
But now she's ready to sail with the tide
The seven seas and far and wide
Barco has sailed, her voyage made
But now another's anchor's weighed
So all take heed and observe well
Another boat's on the ocean's swell
Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2015
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