Sail The Open Seas

Riding on the sullen seaWhere there is a salty breezeAs gulls do fly aroundAnd here there is no groundAt least not what is called landInstead on planks of wood we standWhile the air blows in our faceAnd the ship rolls all over the placeWith a hold full of golden coinsThat we spend as we sailContinue reading “Sail The Open Seas”