I amble amongst jumbled wood
That storms have tossed about
On a beach where villagers once stood
Only now a silent bell rings out
Squalls drove an inflexible sea
Casting a ship and lives in danger
An ocean offered shores debris
Through fury, froth and anger
Her masts groaned a ghastly sound
Under tensely tied sheet bends
No man's fate is certain bound
When sails dance on the winds
A taken ship travailed that night
And moaned its forsaken crew
A watery grave spoke their last rite
Reserved for a chosen few
I amble amongst jumbled wood
Remnants of ships and dreams
I stroll where sailors once stood
And among souls whose sea redeems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is haunting and lovely. You must be a sailor. I like this and it sounds of Classic poets. My regards, Susan