The Masters Song.

by Alan Belcher

The water ebbed into the habour,

and the emptiness was gone.

Could I faithfully say I'd done the labour,

when I heard the heaving waves song.

Boat and crew upon the tide,

anchor set and stowed.

On a crest the team does ride,

I know not where they go.

Journey long and journey proud,

for all shall come to you.

For it will not be long, you'll see,

and you'll feel strong and true.

Their shouts echoe off the habour walls,

they returned without much pain.

Two days preperation done,

Time to disapear again.

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