Come Young Pirates, Part V I I - Voyaging Time's Resplendent Hours Poem by Captain Cur

Our ship is strong of ample size
Its craftsmanship impressed the eye
From hardwood culled by mountain ground
Coarse inner fibers tightly bound;
Debarked, denuded, smooth and bare
Huge round trunks edged precisely square
Growing full to predestined height
Where germing seeds and earth unite.
On masts and mainstays overhead
Ever widening sails are spread
Layers tiered with thick knotted strings
Comprised of felt from ghost white wings
Purged by rain and radiant skies
A gospel to the searching eye.
Due westward coursed our decks agleam
Of polished teakwood brownish green
On four great masts all weight is bore
Sunk in the vessel to its core,
Though bent by wind and gripping storm
From unbreakable lineage born
Sternly tilting down toward the waves
Then flexing as they creak and sway,
Four great towers alike in kind
Holding steady beneath the sky
Afloat on the variant sea
A bride of fluctuant beauty.
All sails streaming powering full
A speck of white against the blue
Blossoming our ocean flower
Voyaging time's resplendent hours
Such is this weight our days will bear
To be mindful of and to fear.
When winds are still our ship waylaid
Upon this mighty being astray
Whispering soft its voice might call
To enter its enchanted hall.