The Ship

We sit on the deck,

Oars in our hands,

Back and forth we row

To the beat of the band.

 

A wave lurches, and buries us deep,

We struggle forward, and emerge from under,

Another is ahead, and drown us again.

How long this goes on for, I can but wonder.

 

The screams of our captain

Urge us forward through the night,

We know day is ahead,

Forward we go, to the light!

 

Our destination awaits us

One last hurdle remains,

Glory and riches for all,

Its worth all the pain.

Reviews

[Kat]

Nice, I like the imagery. It makes me think of both the competitive rowers and a much larger vessel that is powered by oars.