Captain

Novembers force, blows winds of gale, a sailor seasoned, may navigate swift, lessons learned from time upon thy ship. Hold fast against fierce winds in thy sail. Captain, my Captain, I fear our fortitude. Yee not be afraid, for only men dare brave, for fear will only cast you to a watery grave. As you captain, and as a man I ask more of you. Some have sailed, and some are yet green, brave with waves reaching high upon thy rail, first mate commands all able bodies to bail. Of steady ground and loved ones, all dream. Ice water, the loneliness of all burial tombs, Thrashing waves, they prey to make it through, In this condition, too rough to feed the crew. Each and every man know, gloomy fate looms. She broke deep, heartless water consumed, each man preyed a sailors prayer, brave men, The men gave it their all, until the very end. Thirty three in all that night met their doom.