The Last Shipment Poem by Kelly Zion

Row this boat, oh catch the sail
we'll tow our own and set to landfall
this is the last night we'll o do this
this night we light the last shipment

take us down, o'er ground
un'er the hills our houses found
where mothers once played with curly kegs
and whispered fantastic ol' stories

where dreamers once dreamed of the distant sea
where we now sit here a' rowing

don't lean so hard, you'll fall over
take down you're precious sails
the wind gusts know us
and this ship
will never make landfall