He tasted salt, and his skin was tanned;
Gazing at the infinite horizon
Thinking about lullabies from distant waves,
And untold stories of Poseidon.
Went to the other end of the deck
To scrutinize the undefined lane,
Being the captain of the ship
He was to find the treasure arcane.
“Starboard!”, he screamed,
Just as he reached the bow;
The rudder moved at full throttle
Safely escaping by the sweat of one’s brow.
Only when they’d come so close
To look into fathoms deep
Just then his mom called
And Dylan’s story died before it could reap.
Beside the puddle
Dylan anchored his paperboat with pride
Waiting for another story-
The sailor was left to tell at the waterside.