SECURED by Seaman

 

We've paddled a long way, Dory and me.

He out of St. Johns and me from the Banks. 

We shipped seas in our journey, seas biting

and cold -- angry seas that salted our flanks. 

Backs bent and arms sore, we pulled hard, 

pulling for shore.  

And rounding Nantucket, we found our place.

A place to secure -- a place to restore.