Farewell, Mutiny
Cease to sway
Or, come tthe day
When the door slams on her way out
All shall cease
Ne'er go in peace
Nor leave those behind in any doubt
The crow's nest - not the place to be with storms about
Freedom begins at a rapid pace
Rigging in tatters at her slapped face
The gift of freedom is to make mistakes
A rocky bow, she sternly brakes
To seek the wind wheree'er it blows
And force an even keel upon the company she chose
Start to play
Anchors away
When the gale howls through the crow's nest
For weeks, ahoy
She'll show that buoy
What it takes to dock abreast
Below decks - with sixteen men a-sitting on the chest
Contributors: | loaf, Beefy, chaise, jm, Michele Patrick, Lydia Santos. |
Poem finished: | 5th February 2004 by Anon.. |