Post by Administrator on Jul 11, 2020 14:59:16 GMT
DARK PASSAGE
We'd been at sea for fifteen days.
And tired and weary were we.
It was on the crest, and in the trough,
Not very much to see.
The sea rose high, the snow came down,
Our rails encased in ice.
The howling of the tempest,
Caused concern among the mice.
The clouds loomed low upon the sea,
With Greybeards clearly seen.
The Mate called out all hands aloft,
All the while we're shipping green.
Hustle boys to mind the sails,
We're off the rocks of Baccalieu.
And the gale is not abating,
On the yards mind what you do.
The sea ran wild with a wicked wail,
But we kept her off the shore.
No one was hurt by the crashing sea,
Though frozen to the core.
The morning came to lift our hearts,
Replacing fear with sunshine bright.
Everyone, ship's cat and all,
Had survived that stormy night.
Ian Adrian Millar
We'd been at sea for fifteen days.
And tired and weary were we.
It was on the crest, and in the trough,
Not very much to see.
The sea rose high, the snow came down,
Our rails encased in ice.
The howling of the tempest,
Caused concern among the mice.
The clouds loomed low upon the sea,
With Greybeards clearly seen.
The Mate called out all hands aloft,
All the while we're shipping green.
Hustle boys to mind the sails,
We're off the rocks of Baccalieu.
And the gale is not abating,
On the yards mind what you do.
The sea ran wild with a wicked wail,
But we kept her off the shore.
No one was hurt by the crashing sea,
Though frozen to the core.
The morning came to lift our hearts,
Replacing fear with sunshine bright.
Everyone, ship's cat and all,
Had survived that stormy night.
Ian Adrian Millar