My Ship, My Heart

A rusty mast;
This ship has
Seen many
storms.
The waves
Wash up
On the side,
Hitting the name:
Sherburt.
The deck creeks
Calling for its
Crew,
The steering wheel
Turns, remembering                  
The hands of
the captain.
Like the ship,
My heart longs
For excitement.
To feel the rush that
The crew felt hoisting
The mast.