The Midwatch
This poem is based on the painting "Crescent Moon" by Montague Dawson.
The sails are all creaking,
there's a shroud o'er the moon.
The crew is all sleeping,
under a full mast and boom.
The day's work is done,
hatches battened down tight.
All troubles are gone
'til morning's daylight.
The ship rocks on the ocean
It sways beam to beam.
Not a sailor's awake,
all lare ost in their dreams.
This poem is based on the painting "Crescent Moon" by Montague Dawson.
The sails are all creaking,
there's a shroud o'er the moon.
The crew is all sleeping,
under a full mast and boom.
The day's work is done,
hatches battened down tight.
All troubles are gone
'til morning's daylight.
The ship rocks on the ocean
It sways beam to beam.
Not a sailor's awake,
all lare ost in their dreams.
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