Is It a Ghost Ship
The clipper ship sailed down the channel with nary a sound.
Blue sky noticed that not a live sailor was anywhere around.
Is it a ghost ship? The clouds asked the wind as it passed.
Sure might be, the wind agreed, for it is not going fast.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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