Author Information
Galleon
The wind starts to blow as the top gallant cries out
Come on now, it’s time to begin
Over your shoulder the morning is breaking
From above comes our propelling wind
The sails start to flutter, this ship starts to leave port
Be strong now it’s too late to give in
Through the stormy seas of life we travel
Tossed about like waves in the wind
But all the while you’ve got to keep your courage
Hold your head high and never give in
So, don’t look towards the stormy clouds
Keep your eyes on your strength within
Though courage fails and the depths cry out to us
That’s a call we must never answer
Keep your ship alive and sea worthy
You can make it through the storm, yes you can endure
Just remember the destination
Those golden years yet to enter
*loud, overbearing applause* Beautiful! I'm not that much of the oceany type, but this poem had me wanting to hope aboard a boat and try out my sea legs! I can almost taste the salt-brushed air, hear the gulls, and feel the dramamine tumbling down my throat. You use wonderful visuals and imagery, and, after reading the last line about "golden years," I can also get the sense that you could apply these words to life in general. Thanks Keith, this, I think, is my favorite.