Driftwood Poem by Robert Plese

When there is a dangerous tune
that's played into the night.
Bring upon the crushers snare,
and leap upon mid-flight.

Round and round
the bakers shed,
she held her sister tight..

Her broken heart
in needled thread
but could not mend in fight...

High Night,
Sound so bright.
Where we go,
the angels know.
Farewell
I cannot hope,
that one day
We meet again.

If you offer me a doubloon,
I might be bribed to sail.
Across the pirates sea so red,
trouble will cast her die.

Turned to run
and devils done,
his evils found it's eye.

Alas,
a lass!
Wrote home
his brother's gone
to die.

High Night,
Sound so bright.
Where we go,
the angels know.
Farewell
I cannot hope,
that one day
We meet again.