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A Lonely Craft

A lonely craft battling a storm

Trying to find its way home

As it ventured across a channel.

With a single man as its captain, mate, crew, and cargo,

What would prove a difficult task for a crew of four

Now seems an impossible feat for one.

With a single crew and the absence of cargo,

His vessel so light, all throughout the night,

He fought a gallant fight to keep his vessel afloat.

And the lighthouse on the hill in his sight

But as he got weary, his strength failed.

He collapsed and his little craft began to drift.

With the absence of his wit, the lonely craft

Fell to the will of the storm, and indeed

It showed no mercy, but tossed his vessel about

Like a leaf in that rugged white channel.

But when at last the morning came

And the sun shines down on his face,

A single man, as captain, mate, crew, and cargo.

Lay flat on his back, in his little vessel,

Still absent of his mind.

With his Irish hound licking on his face

To welcome him home.

In time he was awakened, by a man’s best friend.