Lulled, the boat drifted,
The boatsman sifted
Sand at his feet
And found a ring.
His bo'sun said 'Linger, '
But tending his finger
On slipped the ring.
The sand at his feet
Unsettled, shifted.
The plug he had lifted,
The plug at his feet
Was the hole for the ring.
In rushed the water.
There came a great slaughter,
Away washed the ring,
Away swept his feet.
He went down, couldn't float,
And his bo'sun, the boat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice...glad you're back posting poems here. Raynette