I follow
The land’s flow
Over swell
And hollow
This sea of soil
Calls out to
Hard men
Sailors of
The grasslands
Content to be at sea
I follow
The land’s flow
Over swell
And hollow
This sea of soil
Calls out to
Hard men
Sailors of
The grasslands
Content to be at sea
A narrow draft
‘Tween reef and land
One red one green
The channel marked
At night
Her light
Bright green
Is seen
Green on the port
To find the port
Green to starboard
Then sail the seas
And there go we
Like sailors
Over the rolling land
Into unknown worlds
Amber and rouge
Blue and black
Skyline betwixt
The sky and sea
With her sails all torn
The great tall ship
Her tiller shorn
She broke her back
Upon the stone