A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Phantom ships
Floating in and out
Of the mist.
There and gone,
Your mind doubting it they were ever there.
Ghosts of past voyages
And sunken crews
Manning lost and broken vessels –
The kind long forgotten to the living.
Each given the fate
You can only hope not to receive
On your last voyage,
Whenever that may be.
Words Worth While 