The dream I had was fierce and strong yet somehow I knew <br />I did not belong; on a ship that was lost at sea where the waves <br />were so high that they almost drowned me. As the storm blew in the <br />men held fast then down to the deck came her mast. The Captain <br />tried to steer her west but the ship was being held back, <br />by a fierce tempest. You could hear her creak againts the tide <br />as her hulk rolled from side to side. Only one of us was safe <br />from harm, but who that was left ere calm. <br />The Cabin boy lay on the deck with rope and mast <br />about his neck, his back was broken, and no words <br />could be spoken.Blood was flowing from his head <br />and all onboard knew he was dead. <br />They wrapped him up in linen rag then placed him <br />in a canvas bag. The storm had gone and the sea was calm, <br />then in went the boy away from harm. <br />A young lad who wanted to be free just to spend his life <br />going to sea. God has given him his life long wish <br />as he swims in the ocean with the fish. <br />My dream had left me as quickly as it came, <br />the one about the Cabin Boy who died on The Maine.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-cabin-boy/
