See the Sea
Barreling out to sea
I watch the red sun rise.
As wood scrapes knees
we start to sway with the gentle tides.
Sitting side by side
we take everything in careful strides.
Making sure we're all in sync
we softly start to sing:
"Glide with ease
when you hear us sing
everything of Ms. Beverly.
Back to front, front to back
no one use a touch of slack.
Glide with ease
trudge through seas
be on top of the ocean's breeze!
Waves and tides go high and low
but never once do we slow.
She may be dull,
she may be old,
but our Beverly will always hold.
We only row for her aid
when the salty winds start to fade.
Here's what we chant:
Back to front, front to back
but know that we've never used a touch of slack!"
The waves begin to roar
as the sky pelts our oars.
"Tighten the sails!
Man the deck!
Make sure that we don't wreck!"
Beverly starts to dance
as Thunder creates a beat,
we all grab onto an arm or leg and maybe a few feet.
As we stand in a trance
we simply start to see
the blinding Heavens of St. Wimberley.
The wind blows harder than ever before
tearing sails as men sore.
Tears mix with crashing waves
as grown men start to cave.
All at once silence overtakes
the beauty we had before the quakes.
Running form end to end
I realize I am my only friend.
Sitting with St. Wimberley
I quietly sip the Captain's tea
knowing I am lost at sea.