The cemetery of ships lies here,
Where vessels come to die,
Their masts point skyward like tombstones,
As ocean currents pass by.
The iron bolts and rotting hulls,
Lie claimed by salt and tide,
These ships were grand in their day,
Now in Davy Jones they reside.
The pelicans perch on the masts,
Their sentinel watch to keep,
While crabs scuttle through the holds,
Where sailors once did sleep.
We walk among these ghost ships,
In waters calm and still,
The cemetery of ships reminds,
That nothing lasts at will.
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