The Man and the Boat

The Man and the Boat

From atop a hill he sees a boat

It's on the beach broken

On its shattered mast, flutters a coat

His wonder has woken

He ventures down to the beach below

He wonders why it's here

Nowhere does he see the boat's fellow

The waves are all he hears

The closer he gets, the more he sees

The hull and the keel are cracked

On the side of the boat he sees LEE

And clarity it lacked

He tries to sift through all the debris

In hopes of a small clue

A wet piece of paper says, “Marie”

But that's out of the blue

He wonders what brought it to its fate

So where is its sailor?

It is starting to get very late

He must find its failure

He looks to the sky and sees it's black

A storm sure is coming

Time is running out, he mustn't slack

The weather is numbing

He's in a rush, he wants to solve this

The weather is scary

There is something he won't want to miss

He's becoming wary

He ruffles 'round and sees a bottle

In the top is a cork

He lifts it and gives it a jostle

And he picks up a fork

Just then he sees a glint of metal

And hears a strong whoosh sound

Next, his body and soul does settle

The clue is what he found