'' The Crows Nest ''

The ship sailed across the sea; in it's fashionable way.

Decks all mopped, and sails filled with gentle wind blow.

The captain's quarter's; hosting important minds as first

hand officer direct's the ship's path.

Should the vision of enemies ships cross it's path; there's

a look out, high above the decks floor. A single long standing

pole hosting step after step going high into the sky.

A basket of some type; with a bottom hole to enter in.

The basket, supports a look out man, a spy or even call him 

what you may. He sits in the place of what is called:

The Crows Nest. That's the place to be to scout harm far before

it comes near. It must take one of great courage, to climb 

high like the sky sitting firmly and patiently, in the crows nest.

As the crow's themselves, sits high on a tree branch, crying

out warnings to his mates; so does the ship's crew member who

sit's in his nest, waiting to cry and to warn.

Author's Note

Thought I'd just toss a random thought in the air.

Reviews

[DIVYA]

We must be grateful for that man in the basket just as we should be for everyone dispensing such difficult duties and tasks to keep us safe, in comfort. So beautifully written...

[Dwayne J. Keeves]

Yes Indeed.. So Thankful. I do thank you for the nice review.

[DIVYA]

You are most welcome :)