As wood meets water,

The wind powers the keel,

Cutting deep the the world below,

Holding tight to the wheel.

A seasoned crew bracing a cold November morn,

Repeat the ancient days,

Weathered and worn.

Sunrise is expected for warming relief,

Sails billow strong,

Safe from the reef.

A watermen’s life,

Stalwart and strong,

My soul, my being,

Is where I belong.