A little ship goes out to sea <br />As soon as we have finished tea; <br />Off yonder where the big moon glows <br />This tiny little vessel goes, <br />But never grown-up eyes have seen <br />The ports to which this ship has been; <br />Upon the shore the old folks stand <br />Till morning brings it back to land. <br /> <br />In search of smiles this little ship <br />Each evening starts upon a trip; <br />Just smiles enough to last the day <br />Is it allowed to bring away; <br />So nightly to some golden shore <br />It must set out alone for more, <br />And sail the rippling sea for miles <br />Until the hold is full of smiles. <br /> <br />By gentle hands the sails are spread; <br />The stars are glistening overhead <br />And in that hour when tiny ships <br />Prepare to make their evening trips <br />The sea becomes a wondrous place, <br />As beautiful as mother's face; <br />And all the day's disturbing cries <br />Give way to soothing lullabies. <br /> <br />No clang of bell or warning shout <br />Is heard on shore when they put out; <br />The little vessels slip away <br />As silently as does the day. <br />And all night long on sands of gold <br />They cast their nets, and fill the hold <br />With smiles and joys beyond compare, <br />To cheer a world that's sad with care.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-fishermen/
