O' sail to ship

• Campbell Biggs,
• Poetry
• 2007

The ruddy sun called down upon the ocean breeze,
O' sail to ship,
O' sail to ship.
Where thou water crawled upon the meddling, wooden deck.
And the third-gull stretched out its forbidden beak and caught its midnight snack.

The once dove white sails (angered at the roaring sea)
Grew dark and gritty with every crashing wave.
While the mysterious loot reflected far away from the moaning mirror.

Why must the sea be so cruel?
O' sail to ship,
O' sail to ship,
Why must the sea be cruel?