Goest Ship Poem by (William) ( Rain Mountain)

On that misty foggy day
in the month of November
we set sail out on the bay.
For it was a cold winters day
on that golden gate!

Out on the seas
long days I knew
a sailors life
for the choosing few
of rolling waves
pure misery
to herding ones soul
to earn his keep.

Aw but on that misty foggy day
the seas where swelling
the farther out we made
the taste of salt in every breath
there was a storm a brewing
as darkness crept.

It was my watch
on the birds nest, on deck
when I spotted something
that turned my neck
chills ran up my spine
from the sight I did see,

was that a light now vanishing?

Was my mind playing tricks?
For sleep I lacked ended.
I here it!
Is that a bell ringing?

YES LIGHT DEAD AHEAD!

Glowing, growing
unlike one I have ever scene
but like a candle light burning
again vanishing

I rubbed my eyes
still I heard the ting
every three or four seconds.
Ting.....ting.........ting!

I could hardly breath!

On that misty foggy day
the crew now gathered at bay
pointing motioning over there
do you see?
a light now vanishing.
We all sat staring all hands on deck
as the ringing grew loader
and closer it crept!

On that misty foggy
on that stormy day
you wont believe now
what i half to say
out of the fog she came indeed
that Spanish gallon
right in front of me!

my hart now ponding
goose bumps on my chest
staring at those cannons the bringer of death

whats that you say
a tall tail I speak?
I know what I saw
an old ship indeed

those sails so mighty
no engines to see
even more eerie
was the crew manning she

close of a time long forgot
that is when I heard the first cannon shoots!

BOOM.....BOOM......she rang
BOOM.....BOOM.....again!

But not aimed at us.

what was this?
out of the fog came another ship

skull and cross bones
Joly Rogers sowing well.

are little ship
in the middle of this fray
tossing and turning
on that horrible day
on that misty foggy
stormy day.

I still to this day
don't know what to think
but those ships still hunt me
every day of every week!

we have not found home
are we now dead
its been so long
sense that horrible day!
that misty foggy stormy day!