Nineteen and fifty; Shipped out.
From 'Frisco' on tidal mounts
'Gate bridge, sinking from view,
Changed all sea and sky anew. So this the way of the sea.
Down over water and globe.
Seabirds, how can you be?
Trailing for days, no abode. Night-watch, I found your abode;
Roosting on rail for your rest.
"Freeloader! Sea Tramp!" my mode.