Poem by Lincoln Ross Colcord

Trade Winds

Northeast trade winds bore us south,
Southeast drew us on;
We met the ships from every port
For Good Hope or the Horn.

Seas so quiet, skies so blue,
Little squalls of rain;
The winds that blew about the world
Filled our hearts again.

1. Hong Kong
2. Gaspar Straits
3. The Maine Stein Song
4. Fernando de Noronha
5. The Westerlies

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