Monday, March 30, 2009


Floating on the driftwood
The ship still sailing away
No sign of turning around
The skies darken and hope fades

But unexpectedly a line is thrown
A three man fishing vessel saw his fall
And set out to rescue him
The sailor grabs hold feebly
And is pulled aboard
given food and bread. And hope.

So slowly the ship carries the sailor
Tending to his needs, his wounds
Until the ship be reached or a harbor found

All by some lone wandering shipping boat.

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