Patiently Awaiting

Upon the seas there sails a mighty ship Her hold is weighted down with precious gold She sails across the wide and surging sea Alas! so dark and stormy is the sea The men in fear and quaking grip the ship The waves have no regard for chests of gold While sailors try to lift the load of gold The hull is damaged further by the sea And rocks of distant shores have crushed the ship Now lies the ship and gold beneath the sea _ Form is both tritina and iambic pentameter _