I once heard a story from an old man I knew <br />about Westward Ho! diamonds and the story was true <br />when pirates sailed off to strange lands unknown <br />a daring young sailor left his sweetheart at home <br /> <br />He told her he loved her and he'd be back soon <br />with diamonds he'd dress her and make her heart swoon <br />he sailed for some island the old man did say <br />that was used by the spaniards to store booty away <br /> <br />Time passed and the young girl would stand on the shore <br />searching for signs of the love she adored <br />crying and weeping a sign came at last <br />out there in the distance she saw a ships mast <br /> <br />It soon came in closer the tides raced it home <br />and there on the deck was the love that she'd known <br />holding a sackfull of diamonds and jewels <br />as into the waves she ran like a fool <br /> <br />He jumped into save her and swam through the swell <br />but the sack full of hopes for the love he held <br />pulled him below neath the waves to his grave <br />and the girl that he loved well she never was saved <br /> <br />You may think it's silly, you may think it strange <br />but the Westward Ho! diamonds are still there today <br />and if you look closely and if you look deep <br />you will see them around you but still out of reach <br /> <br />They are there in their millions you will see them around <br />different shapes different sizes are there to be found <br />when the tide washes over they all dissappear <br />but the Westward Ho! diamonds are there all the year.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-westward-ho-diamonds/
