Old Ships

Rushing waves of the restless ocean foam,
Ships that sail across thy great expanse;
Many a sailour sank with bub'ling groan,
As your waves break you frolic and you dance.

Yonder old lighthouse watches all night long,
It sees thy deeds of good and those of ill;
High tides often break into a sad song,
As the ship sailors thou wast pleased to kill.

Look at the keel of yonder agèd heap,
Dried up old shipwreck thrust upon the shore;
Wonder how long it rested in the deep,
So like a corpse it never sails no more.

~Timothy~

© Timothy 13 October, 2012