A SAILOR'S POEM

As the sun sets low,
The tide begins to ebb.
The ship goes out to sea,
To return with bounty for thee.

On calm seas,
He leans on the rail,
And reminisces about home.
Faces in the sky,
As clouds roll by,
A tear forms in the corner of his eye.

On the horizon,
A flashing of lights.
A beacon in the distance,
Calling him home from his flights.

As the ship returns to port,
The crew "man the rails."
The mooring lines are cast ashore,
Safe and unharmed from her trails.