The Ketch Poem by Paul Warren

The soft sea breeze blows from the bay
A wispy cool flutters the as the trees have their say
Quietly the music drifts out to the trading ketch
As we await our passengers our boat would fetch

The rowing boat moves and touches our side
As a rope is fastened and securely tied
The lady in her long flowing gown
Is helped aboard with her luggage is bound

The anchor is pulled up and the sails are set
The breeze filling our sheets as the sea is sliced as met
We make our way in the blue waters sparkling through
To Port Adelaide wharf we know what to do.

© Paul Warren Poetry