Upon the bow a lady carved, her arms across her chest. Vigilant she stands her watch to carve the blue waves crest. The sails taunt with puffs of air to guide her on her way. The maidens face adorned and washed with salty wisps of spray.
She's seen the gales that lift her high and seas that bring her rest. The dolphin leaping off to port to starboard race the rest. She's heard the hiss as sunset plunged beneath horizon west, She always brings her crew to port she's never failed the test.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
In memory of the lovely carved ladies that graced the bows of sailing ships of by gone days.
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