The sea and a secret

Tall master in the Albert dock
at rest on Merseyside
I wonder where her keel has been
in oceans far and wide
Her rigging whistling in the wind
sails tied down and furled
She’s keeping that a secret
from an unenlightened world
But I’m content to wonder
and imagine summer breeze
when with full sail she proudly meets
the waiting open seas

©Jemverse

Tall Ship

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

I can see its tall masts pointing

Above the roofs of rows of houses

Like a landmark to the sea

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

I can feel its ropes and rigging

Like a distant voice that beckons

As an echo down to me

 

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

Dry dock, squabs and people mending

As it waits for waves that linger

At the passing of each hour

There’s a tall ship in the harbour

Hear the sad songs seas are singing

As they wait for keel to join again

With its majestic power

 

©Jemverse

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