Lost At Sea
I see a fog about the night,
with a dim light upon the rise,
It is spinning among the mist,
with waves rolling the ship,
the sail fluttering through winds,
while the mast bends over side,
the bow leaning back to the stern,
hard rain blowing from side to side,
the cook in the galley yelling,
“The bacon is burnt”
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2022
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