Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Westward ho!
Westward ho!
Let's to ship and sail away To the islands in the west, Where the spicy zephyrs play In a paradise of rest. Westward! Westward Ho! | |
I am weary of this eastern land Where sickly hot winds blow. I want the sky and golden sand O the islands that I know. Westward! Westward Ho! | |
Cool winds come from of the sea Blowing light and fresh to-day, Calling softly, calling me, To board a ship and get away. Westward! Westward Ho! | |
Sail forever and a day Blue and open water is the best. Let's to ship and sail away To the islands in the west - Westward! Westward Ho! | |