The White Ship

A little white ship on the ocean so blue, 
It races through waves with a purpose so true. 
Through tempest and tide, it hurries along, 
To carry its cargo of love and sweet song. 

It bears gifts and letters from friends far away, 
A promise of warmth at the end of the day. 
Soon smoke from its chimney will rise in the air, 
A signal of hope - oh, how we will stare! 

They’ll welcome it home like a dear, trusted friend, 
For news from afar it was destined to send. 
Across distant shores, through storms it has flown, 
To bring us the treasures from places unknown. 

Through thunder and lightning, through gales it has fought, 
To share with our hearts every joy it has brought. 
No distance too great, no waters too grim, 
It battles the waves just to stay close to them. 

Our tether to home, our bridge to the sea, 
A worker so faithful, so sturdy and free. 
It never forsakes us, it never will fail, 
Through sunshine or storm, it conquers each gale. 


Sail on, little ship, through the wind and the foam, 
May fortune and fair skies guide you safely home. 
No storm shall delay you, no calm hold you back, 
Just ride on the waves with your canvas so black. 

We’ll wait by the shore with a song soft and sweet, 
As dolphins and whales dance the waves ‘neath your feet. 
So hurry, dear vessel, the journey is long - 
But love lights your path like a beacon so strong.