pirate's song

 

 

The wind blows cold o'er the moor tonight,

and the spray drives before the gale.

But God be will'n to see us through,

our mission be sure not to fail.

The fish be bite'n and we be fight'in

to pull 'em in fast as we can.

But our arms be weary

and our minds be dreary

and our legs could hardly stand.

All day we'd been go'in,

though wind it'd be blow'in

and storms we'd be seeing ahead.

The crew all feel beat'n,

but now they're all eat'in

and soon they'll all rock in their bed.

 

 

M.J.S. © 2007

Mejasha Love

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I like it I can feel the water mist and hear them old sea dogs..singin..very good

[Emily B]

This is really a cool poem. I couldn't think of a thing for the contest. Maybe I'll have better luck in the next one!