Virginia Mio

from the Writings of William Fenton Tyree, Sr.
Compiled & Edited by C. Virginia Tyree
May, 1990

 Yes, dear, I'm coming home to you.
 My ship is on the sea;
 The anchor's weighed, the sails are spread,
 My flag is flying free.
 
 The main-mast bends before the wind;
 The spray flies o'er the rails;
 A wave-flecked bone is in her teeth;
 The trade-winds fill her sails.
 
 The hatches, all, are battened down,
 The cargo safely stowed.
 All decks are neatly holy-stoned, -
 I seek an open road.
 
 The steering-wheel is safely manned,
 The compass points to - Home.
 The horizon, all filled with light,
 Reflects on flying foam.
 
 Her hold is filled with costly gems,
 And treasures from all lands, -
 The crowns of kings, the robes of queens:
 Engraved and golden bands:
 
 With damasks fine from India's vales
 And silks from China's shores;
 With spices, sweet, from Ceylon's isles, -
 A thousand costly stores.
 
 My chests are filled with doubloons, old,
 The captain keeps the log.
 The "Doctor" brews a steaming stew
 The "Cook" a firey grog.
 
 From stem to stern, from poop to keel
 My ship is safe and sound -
 Jib boom and spanker, shrouds and all,
 As good as can be found.
 
 The Southern Cross, appears to port, -
 The North Star shining low. -
 With magic speed, we cleave the waves,
 As flying home, we go.
 
 And I shall watch for harbor lights
 The bell-buoys, sounding clear,
 With straining eyes and beating heart
 Till "homeland" does appear. -
 
 Then I shall cast my anchor down
 And moor my ship for aye,
 And take you to my aching arms
 Forever, - and a day.
 
 I'm sure you know the wealth I bring
 Is not the treasure trove,
 From wanderings wide, in foreign lands,
 But, - treasure of my love.
 
 And this I bring - my own dear heart. -
 In chalice rich and fine,
 Filled to the brim and splashing o'er,
 For you, - Sweetheart of mine.

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