The Pirate’s Way
The pirate’s way, in danger dressed,
By endless ocean spray caressed,
Bravado mixed with bravery,
Upon the shining sea.
The blinding hail that ships assail,
The ambit of the crusty whale,
The promenades and sands in white,
With moonbeams in delight.
The captain and his swarthy crew,
The Lords and Ladies, well to do,
The mountains of the moon in view,
In yellow shining through.
The majesty of flying fish,
The promise of the mermaid’s wish,
The gold doubloons and shanty tunes,
And bright, coquettish swoons.
Wenches laughing raucous gay,
With sailing ships upon the bay,
Taverns brimming o’er with beer,
Neath lamplight glinting clear.
The treasure buried on the isle,
In secrecy that would beguile,
The boys upon the wooden mast,
In tropics stretching vast.
Long John Silver, Davy Jones,
The threat to end as buried bones,
The brightly flashing blades of steel,
The honking of the seal.
The sextants, astrolabes and maps,
The wicked wind that madly flaps,
The blunderbuss and canon fire,
The gold that brings desire.
The mutinies and treacheries,
Conducted on the soulless seas,
The life raft loosed upon the swell,
The chiming duty bell.
The rolling waves in marching step,
The zealous captain speaking pep,
To victory my merry men!
And then we start again!
adamdaniel 