Rondel

Ship, take me out to sea with you

now, while the riding waves are high.

A purple cloud hangs in the sky

below a sheaf of white and blue.

I’ll add a sailor to your crew,

a merry one, you can’t deny!

Ship, take me out to sea with you,

now, while the riding waves are high.

I’ll chop the foam that stains your view;

I’ll make the hidden anchors fly.

I’ll steer your course. I’ll even try

to calm the mad wind’s hullabaloo.

Ship, take me out to sea with you,

now, while the riding waves are high.

Evelyn Coffey