The Valiant Lady
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.