Here’s a seaward tale,
Of a sailor caught at sea,
In a fiercesome storm.
The wave washed the deck,
And nothing could be held fast,
Much went over board.
They struggled with sails,
As they tried to pull them in,
The ropes burning hands.
Each wave the ship rolled,
Throwing sailors down slipping,
Across the wet deck.
Soon a wave so huge,
Took this sailor from the ship,
In the cold briny.
On a barrel held,
As it rode wave after wave,
Until morning came.
And in morning light,
Land there could be seen not far,
And so he did swim.
The warm sandy beach,
Embraced him as he fell there.,
Waves lapping his legs.
Maybe continued, and then again maybe not, we’ll see when we’re there.
