Atop the crows nest I peered
Across the vast waters deep in the Caribbean
As far as the eye could see was the ocean and poring rain
Thankfully the full moon lit our path
Even from this great height you could hear it
Captain Jones was playing the organ
As he always did on nights like this
It was a salty sea dwellers tune
You could here the crew singing along
A tale of days and travels long past
Tiny little Kenji could be heard loudest
With his high pitched squeal of a voice
A little harder to hear was Bartolo
With a voice deeper then the sea
I couldn't help but sing along myself
And reminisce of adventures and women past
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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