By Original Work
The sails are set, the wind is fair,
For harbor lights ahead,
After months upon the sea,
I'm dreaming of my bed.
The gulls cry out their welcome home,
As shore draws ever near,
The harbor bell rings clear and strong,
To touch my waiting ear.
The anchor drops, the sails come down,
I've sailed so far from home,
But nothing feels as sweet as this,
To never more roam.
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