Oct 22, 2015 20:39
Ambrosia
The northern winds catch the glimpses of the sailors,
The golden beaches are the prizes that await,
For they risk it all, to dance with the mighty ocean,
The lonely journey seems a misery,
Yet hope, courage and adventure,
Motivates as first orders are bestowed,
Tasks that seems so endless,
A few bowls passess through with a stale bread,
Washing down, the red rum that soothens the hunger,
As I watch the endless stars,
The pacific winds catch my smile,
A journey that awaits on aboard Ambrosia,
Another tale yet to be told....
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