The Goldenrod

Nat A. Spade

The day dawned bright and cheery

The waves were low and smooth

A smile and laugh was in everyone's heart

On the clean and clear deck of the Goldenrod

Her course was set for Dublin

Her home was the port of New York

A gentleman, duchess, and a young girl in a hat

On the crowded and colorful deck.

The sky began to darken and dim

The waves grew to mountainous size

The bright line of Ireland started to pitch

On the rolling, wet deck of the Goldenrod

A steady wind to the starboard side

Blew them far off their course to the north

Closer to Ireland's cliffs it veered

Unnoticed by captain and crew

When a final gale blew them hard upon rocks

The hull caved in with a groan

No soul left alive on that beautiful ship

And the girl's hat floated alone.

 

  • Author: Bree E. Rimgar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2024 18:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Felt this might based on a true story, well told. Good for you, and welcome.

    PS: Last line: talking 'hat' here?

    • Nat A. Spade

      Yeah, sorry. Not based on a true story, but slightly inspired from 'The Wreck of the Hesperus.'

    • Doggerel Dave

      OK - back to your huntin' shootin' and fishin', then.😊



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