A million twenty ships

  A Million Twenty Ships.

  As lay on the ground and stared at the skies I spied with a single eye a million twenty sailing ships. With all sails unfurled and not a mast revealed, nor barge nor bale, not as much as a skiff.
  The flags that are flown , are of skull and bone, but not a pirates arg nor aye. Not a splash of the bow , nor turbulent sea do I spy there with my eye .
  Those ships there sailed, painted in white and Gray, their shapes that changed by the time of day, or by their captains hailed. And between those sails of puffs of wind, there did blue skies prevail.
  As I lay starring at the sky, I can’t imagine where too port a million twenty ships. But as I recall, as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, that would take care of it.

By GWRoggenbuck