The sea is sad and gray, my friends,
It greets me with a tear;
Its mournful company it lends,
For nearly half a year.
Aboard this ship I stay, my friends,
Save for the days at dock;
How many hours on land depends:
I have to watch the clock.
The waves do sadly roll, my friends,
Each laps a lonely tongue;
The misty air – its raining wrends
A thousand songs, unsung.
Away from sea, below, my friends,
I learn about the ship,
And trace the power the engine sends;
I know which switch to flip.
The ocean life has called, my friends,
Far from the warmth of home;
Until my course with honor ends,
Amid the waves, I’ll roam.
I wrote this poem for Ezra a couple of days ago, to guess at how he must feel to be stuck on a ship for the next 176 days. It's part of his graduation requirements at the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy.