Pirate! Poem by Kellie Milligan

The planks laid
By sure and steady hands
Without doubt the anchor drops to land
Faired and winded and weathered through
Masts sturdy and hull true
Decked and sound
The ruder straight it found
The coming home and into harbor
Docking and tying off the starboard
Bowing to greet the friends
Excited for finally the voyage ends
Yet the sails are not slack
The bags are not packed
Supplies are on order
For the sea calls not the mortar
It's the ocean, not the land
Upon which contented feet stand
A trusty sword in hand
And velvet covers on the bed
A plumed hat upon the head
And ale for days on end
Yo ho and all that much
This is the life of such
Adventure, fortune and fame
Seeking for gold and bearing the name
Pirate!