Three tall ships cast off and set sail. <br />One made the trip, the other two failed. <br />They sailed into a tempest and the wild winds did wail. <br />The crew they were hardy, but they could not prevail <br />'gainst the winds that tore rigging and made threads of their sails. <br /> <br />Nor could they prevent Neptunes thunderous great waves <br />sweeping o'er the wide decks, sending them to their graves. <br />Oh the sea it thrashed wildly and broke masts clean in two. <br />The cargo broke free, in the wild wind it flew. <br />Not a soul was left opon those two brave craft. <br />Everything was destroyed both fore and aft. <br />Now the crews ghosts have become drinkers and mockers <br />at the lost sailors party in Davy Jones locker. <br /> <br />Now on quiet nights at sea, you can hear the whales tell <br />their mournful stories 'bout the souls who now dwell <br />'neath the deep dark places of the oceans great swell.<br /><br />Mark Dillon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-tall-ships/
