The Immigrant
By Reds Regan
Wind chimes and stained glass
it taunts my memory
toward a Victorian past
when chivalry lived
and love did last
with virgins in white
and sails at full mast
'twas the end of the rainbow
a pure spectral light
mount did we upon our great vessel
off we sailed upon the emerald green ocean
through the day and the night
the families all nestled
visions of new lives, this was their notion
lose sight of the sea
we would only at night
with unhalted motion
our sunrise is not so bright
salty splashes of waves
sternly crossed our bow
it's been months, weeks, and days
we press forward, yet we know not how
for the rations are low
our men are all weak
their hopes are so so (of their fears, they do not speak)
the women and children all huddled together
(for they are scared, cause ner one has ever seen such
violent weather)
with only love and their linens to keep them warm
'tis this bond that will pass them through
this dreadful weather and the hellion storm
I call for a meeting of all mates and the men
tis' the ship and the storm that we must attend
your families will wait
for our voyage is no longer in our hands
our future shall be our fate
let us work together
to reach the destiny of our new lands
we must break this tether
for if we do not
we shall be one, with the tides and the sand