Topic: The Journey
The ship lay at anchor, awaiting the sun
knowing full well of the journey to come
silently judging the folly of man
Seeker of answers and " What if I can "
To cross an ocean in search of adventure
riches for certain but worth the danger?
Dragons or kraken to take our lives
enveloped by monsters instead of our wives
ol' Lenny never made the Straight
drowned near Gosport, 'twas his fate
best swimming lessons he did own
pity he sank like a weighted stone
After the Channel the sea turned mean
boiling fury made the sky unseen
sails were torn and ropes were frayed
God fearing men knelt, trembled, prayed
The Captain held fast and true to his course
his was a will of strength and force
Prayers were answered, the storm retreated
Faith against Nature, the latter defeated
The journey wore on at a steady pace
no hurry to arrive, wasn't a race
So what if scurvy had its say
Teeth are no use to a sailor, anyway