Second Bell, Morning Watch

Morning watch has seen the bright and shining sun risen.
Look off, look off and scan that horizon far away.

The fresh sea salt has sprayed on us one last baptism.
As we usher in the dawning light of our journey's final day. 

The second bell of morning watch still ringing in my ears,
an ill omen joins the sunrise, pricking up this sailor's fears.

I know too well the meaning of a red sky in the morning; 
Storm clouds often follow; careful sailors should take warning.


The End

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