Tall Ships that sail the ocean blue, <br />And ride the waves through calm and storm, <br />Are fully rigged, with a gallant crew, <br />Who have their duties to perform. <br /> <br />For starting on the upper decks, <br />They scrub the planks and coil the ropes, <br />And do a hundred vital checks, <br />With sextant, compass, and some telescopes. <br /> <br />With careful ease, they travel on, <br />And when they turn, veer to the west, <br />The Captain steers through every swell, <br />Though pitched and tossed o'er every crest. <br /> <br />So fine and gracious are these crafts, <br />Built with such care and made to last, <br />They're caressed by a gentle wind that wafts, <br />And their grace is something unsurpassed. <br /> <br />What a wondrous sight, these ships so tall, <br />With all their sails shown in full array, <br />And watching them all, they so enthral, <br />That their beauty takes my breath away. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fully-rigged/
