Bright morning sun on shimmering sea
Chasing the clouds away,
White sails drying in the breeze,
Tide rippling on its way.
Blustery winds from southwest shore
Humming a steady tune,
Small vessels tacking to and fro
In early afternoon.
Placid bay at eventide
With the ships come home to rest,
Calm setting of the dying sun
In the purple of the west.
Silver moon riding the eastern sky,
Crickets sing their song,
Harbor lights flicker in the night,
Life quietly moves along. |