Bound For Cebu

On my way to the Phillipines A mirror of blues and greens Before the bow a Dolphin glides With such ease the sea it rides Starboard and port, islands calm Golden sands and hanging palm All dylic before the eye Shimmer soft in hazy sky Across the calm the seabirds lie Flying fish dart, catch the eye Seasnakes squirm with banded rings Jellyfish trail their poisnous stings And the lookout keeps a dilligent eye For fishing boats , how flat they lie Driftwood from a storm passed by Or Lobster pots that lowly lie Onwards steadily through the isles Lay the deck as the sun it whiles Only the sound of the passing wake And a cooling breeze to partake Onboard an armed gunboat bound for Cebu, coming back a different story.