Riggings rattle, Nor-Easter blows,
Warning you and me and all of those
Who dare defy a power so great,
To watch and wait and stay.
Seamen prattle, stories told,
Bragging loud and strong and oh so bold,
Of storms they looked right in the eye,
And lived to sail again.
Watching awed, her crashing bow,
For fame, respect, and honor now,
I ride the crest, the fearsome sea,
Perhaps... to sail again.
Sails furled, lines made fast,
In port and safe and home at last,
My sailors pride now satisfied
Bids tell my tale again.
Nice poem, easy to read. You seem to know how things are on the sea. But many are the storms that's only been sailed in the bears at the pub.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful descriptive poem about sailors, very well written...10