The Sea Captain and His Sweet Bell …
The dying sea captain, determined was he,
wanted to sail his old ship one more time,
old he was and wanted to die at sea,
he had sailed the world in his prime.
He had a full life, never sought glory,
just loved the sea, to breath its fresh smell,
yet a legend was he with a great story,
nigh on to eighty years he sailed Sweet Bell.
Sweet Bell was named after his dear young bride,
a beauty she was with flaming red hair
that never lost its glow till the day she died,
the loss of her he felt he could not bear.
Seventy years, in storms and weather fair,
they sailed the seas together doing trade,
the finest spices for rich cloths to wear
in the highest fashion tailors made.
Wealthy they became with riches untold,
people the world over knew of their fame,
brocades and velvets, blue, red, green, and gold,
were the finest if they had Sweet Bell’s name.
It happened one cold night in November
Captain’s beloved Bell died in her sleep,
they promised each other to remember
to be buried at sea in waters deep.
Captain carried out his promise to Bell,
dressed her in a velvet gown of deep blue,
a ceremony befitting her well,
the sailors cried for Captain’s love so true.
Captain had the main mast sail dyed red,
in honor of Bell and her gorgeous hair,
a port could see Sweet Bell far ahead
of the time the Captain sailed her in there.
Now the Captain was heading out to sea,
to the very spot where he buried Bell,
he told his First Mate, “Take her home for me,
she is yours now, take care of your ship well.”
Captain lay down in his cabin and died,
next day they buried him in waters deep,
to rest near sweet Bell, his beloved bride,
with sailing days over, in peace, they sleep.
© 2020 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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