J. Stephen Keller

(Lorain, Ohio)

The Ship Of Souls

The vessel passes cross the moon, beyond my window sill,
She's masted, a square rigger, but no wind makes her sails fill.

No flag has she up on her stay, a pennant will suffice,
she's heaven bound, and laden down, but her cargo has no price.

Adventure is the larder, that crawls around her decks,
it's treasure that has more value, than the gold about some's necks.

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