The moon that lights a path across the sea, <br />Shines down on those who face the ocean's waves. <br />Where terror of the deep can so decree, <br />That many ships will sink down to their graves. <br /> <br />This lighted way illuminates each course, <br />The routes these stalwart sailors need to steer, <br />As against the powerfulness of a savage force, <br />They strive unceasingly to persevere. <br /> <br />They struggle, these elements, to bring to heel, <br />Muscles oppose these lashings of assault, <br />The Captain holding tight, controls the wheel, <br />As thunder crashes, along with lightning's bolt. <br /> <br />Toughened by their need to just survive, <br />Each seaman labours, longing for respite, <br />Passion giving strength, to stay alive, <br />Trying to disregard raw winds that bite. <br /> <br />The moon that lights a path across the sea, <br />Is ever watchful in this turbulent place, <br />May we who remain on land, send out a plea <br />To God, to keep them safe. This mariner race. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-mariner-race/
