Two Hundred Sailors - Poetry

Two Hundred Sailors

The oak wooded boat creaked with every salty sway,and let out a watery moan as the wind tore it away.Into the darkened sea lined with foaming waves of white,it brushed over the broken shells lying 200 feet inside.One blind whale floated on the sea's waves.Two hundred sailors and no one were saved."Let's tear him down," said one sailor."Let's destroy him, I say.We can eat his meat for dinnerand save his oil to light the way!""Stay very quiet," said a timid sailor."And don’t you make a sound,if we're lucky, he will steal away,thinking no one is around.""What stupidity," barked a sailor."I’m killing 'im," said he,as he picked up his fishing hook and searched the troubled seas.The great blue giant grew three stories high as the sailor threw out his fishing rod,and aimed for the giant’s eye. It was a success, a victory for the sailor's fishing pole. The whale was floating dead when he exhaled his giant soul. One bloody hook lay on the sea's ground.Two hundred sailors and no one was found