My small boat goes East with the wind
The ship ploughs South with the sea,
neither aware that the sudden end
will be the sad death of me
The crew of the ship lets down its sail,
My boat turns North with a gale.
The Allmo crew their duty they forgo
Their lives they are debating
They do not care or they do not know
Of the disaster that is waiting.
Hey David-
ReplyDeleteAwesome job, I'm not sure where the pictures are from but I really like the style of your poem. It's not long and drawn out, but I think it makes it a lot more effective, and you did a great job with the rhyme scheme. Also, the use of direction (East, South, North) was great, made the impending collision seem much more realistic.