GHOST SHIP
On tide awash with swirling mist
She headed for the shore
Her ghostly sails and creaking spars
Would surely be no more
No earthly being stood aloft
To warn of what would be
No grizzled sea-dog on his watch
To tell the crew to flee
Yet still I heard the cries and moans
Of shipmates on the deck
Their anguished cries as they foresaw
Their ship would be a wreck
No crew beneath the flapping sails
Yet still the ship sailed on
Then crashed into the jagged rocks
In just a moment – gone
Then twelve months later to the day
I stood on that same shore
The spectre came from out the mist
And crashed on rocks once more
Don Holmes
