Ode to Nannie Dee (Cutty Sark)
On longitudes did faire ye witch
Set sail from loaded bays
At docks, with tea from China
Where there's a Willis away
Golden threads of history
Weave through her sailing past
Restored from firey beast and loss
While berthed they raised her mast
O Nannie Dee we call to thee
Pooped at Greenwich now
You ship now still, suspended
With splendour neath her bow
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Cutty Sark forver!
Hercules Linton, John Willis
State of the artful clever
'She sails' Nan cries, no water
Spirit riding storm on foam
In the fourth dimension, Cyber space
Now she'll always be at home'
© Isabella M H Wesoly, 4th August 2012
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