The sailing ship was near an island mass,
It travelled around and was there to pass,
The ocean waves moved rippling up and down,
The ship was stable, there were few to drown,
The wind blew carrying the ship away,
The breeze was moist on this cool day,
The ocean was vacant there was nobody in sight,
The ship was alone: no-one to save its blight,
The ship was made of light wood that made it float,
The sailors within the ship had on the log-book wrote,
That land had been observed and found today,
Below the ominous clouds so gray.

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