The Old Ship

I apologize to Joyce Kilmer for butchering his poem, “The Old House With Nobody In It.”


The Old Ship

By Garland Davis


Whenever I travel down the road toward the old track

I go by the old ship hulk with its deck and bulkhead paint rusty and black

I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop and think for a minute

I look at the ship, the tragic old girl, The ship with no one in it.


I never have seen a haunted ship, but I hear there are such things;

That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth, and sorrowings.

I know this old ship isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do;

For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.


If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid

I’d put a gang of men to work with scraper, brush, and blade

I’d buy that ship and fix it up the way it used to be

And find a group of old sailors who wanted a home and we would put to sea