Hi, ladies! Here is a poem I wrote for a contest; I hope y’all like it!
“On the Indian Ocean big and blue
Was a young maiden with light brown hair
And eyes that sparkled like a drop of dew
Upon a tiny ship to England, she sailed
All alone except for the ship’s crew
Anne was the maiden’s name
And she sailed from the West Indies
From where her parents came
Around Cape Horn the ship set sail
When a storm came up that made the sailors quail
The waves were huge, the sky was black
The sailors cried, “We must turn back!”
But as the day grew late
James, who had a brave heart
And was also the first mate
Cried, “Do not be frightened! We will ride out the storm!”
And indeed, in time, they rode out the storm
And by and by, the day became warm
The sailors’ hearts were no longer fearful
And their whistling and song was again cheerful
Days went by without shortcoming
And Anne indeed admired James, a hero
And one day she found him in the rigging
And wished to acknowledge his bravery
As James was up on the ropes
Anne decided, as an excuse, to wash her clothes
Quickly she fetched hot water and soaps
And started scrubbing as hard as she could
As James came down from the crow’s nest
Anne hung the clothes to dry in wind and sun combined
James greeted her with a smile
And Anne replied in kind
Then Anne said, “James, you were very brave in the storm.”
And he replied, “It was nothing at all.”
“But it was!” she cried, forlorn.
“If not for you, we would all have perished!”
“I wish I could repay you in some way!”
James replied, “Then perhaps come up here and keep me company.
For it does get lonely, I must say.”
I will, I will! Every day!” Anne replied with pleasure. “For I too get lonely.”
And thereon Anne would go
And keep him company, every day
They would talk of woods, rivers, and pure white snow
And each day their love grew
They sailed closer and closer to England
Hundreds of miles away
Their food ran low and lower still
Then the captain had something to say
“We are running out of food! It will not last a week more.
We are near the Canary Islands. Someone must go forth to find food.”
James volunteered, and so did Tom, whose leg was sore
“The warm air will be good for me, and my leg will heal,” Tom said.
The sailors went and came again
With loads of food, to last for months
And Tom came walking with a cane
“The air did me good,” he said
They sailed for another week or two
And because the sky grew black the next day
There was a storm coming, the captain knew.
“Reef the sails!” the captain shouted.
The storm hit with malicious force
One sail unfurled and was nearly ripped by the wind
James realized that he must climb the dangerous ropes course
If he was to reef the sail
“Please don’t do this!” Anne cried, her eyes full of tears
“I must, Darling; it is a sailor’s life,” he replied gently
Anne watched, his words echoing in her ears
As her love climbed the treacherous stair
James fought his way up the rope
And finally got to the sail
He reefed the sail and took hope
That he would safely return
He started to climb down the rope
And got about halfway
When the wind blew with force at the slippery slope
And made James let go his grasp
Anne watched as her true love fell
Into the foaming sea
And where he was in the brine, none could tell
And Anne’s grief was great
The storm subsided, the sky grew clear
The sun came up
The sea was as still as a mirror
But the mood was gloomy at the loss of James
Then the captain stood up and removed his cap
“James did a brave thing,” he said.
“If the sail had torn, we would still have been in the sea’s trap”
The sailors agreed with a loud “Aye!”
But Anne knew that she would never love again.”
This is such a great poem, Emma!! 😀
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Thank you!!! I really enjoyed writing it!:)
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Oh wow, what a story! It was a great read! 🙂
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Thank you!
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You did a very good job. It is beautiful.
Marilyn
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Thank you!!! It was a lot of fun! 🙂
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