Sailing in a schooner...

This "poem" was written mostly by me but with help from other members of the crew, to remind us of sailing along the Norwegian coast from Aalesund to Bergen.

Sea Fever or
If William McGonagall had sailed on Trinovante he might have written...

I must go down to the sea again: to the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by
So I searched with Google on the Internet and found Schoonersail
I booked a plane, packed my wellies and set off on the adventure trail

The stores were packed the crew arrived and off we went to sea
To sail the coast of Norway on the schooner Trinovante
Captain John steered the ship with an arm that was strong and true
And first mate Su whipped in the crew and did the cooking too

Hauling and sweating the halyards gave us biceps like King Kong
And we felt a sense of achievement when we didn't get things wrong
The ship sailed like a racer, speeding past the land,
And the crew learned the ropes to become a disciplined band

The sails went up, the sails came down and we tacked to and fro
As they went up we heaved and hauled and up we watched them go,
But when the fishaker was dropped it descended from on high
And engulfed the crew in sail cloth obliterating the sky

Able seaman Julie then cast a line over the stern
And within a minute a place in history did she earn
For every time she dropped her line she caught a fine big cod
and she only had a mackerel line not even a fishing rod.

At last the end of the voyage drew nigh and Bergen hove in view,
All thoughts turned to going home and the jobs we had to do,
But in our dreams our schooner home ever more will be,
Roaming under sails (all put up right!) upon the wavy sea.