Sea Travel

Won’t you come, we will travel

On the sea so vast
On a big, big ship
With some oars and mast.

We will pull the rope

And heave the anchor
Anchor aweigh!
One, two, three, four.

We can hoist up the sails

With the wind we will glide
We’ll keep calm through the storm
On the waves we will ride.

We will stay by the oars

When the wind is slack
And return to the sails
When the wind is back

We will sail to some places

Near and far
By the beacon or the twinkle
Of a distant star.
We will scan the horizon
For some distant land
For some reefs, for some shores
Made of shifting sand.

We will drop the anchor

On some ports and then
We will weigh the anchor
And sail home again.

-Efren B. Mendoza-