Noah the Seafarer.
There was an inundation years ago, seas rose up and flooded
the landscape, what used to be valleys became lakes. Why?
I don’t know, only have a degree in domestic science, my ship
this had engine problems just followed the surge and cast
anchor in one of those lakes. I saw villagers clinging to hill
tops waiting for the water to sink; and it did, my ship was sunk
in the mud only her super structure was visible. The crew,
faithless as the oceans, fled to the coast, I didn’t and soon mud greened into grassland. I bought land and sheep, the bridge of
my ship is a roof terrace, a house now but I do speak of her as
she. I know what they say about me around here that I’m a relic
from the sea, a flotsam, let them I’m a hill farmer know and
don’t miss the sea at all; however should there be another flood
I’m ready to rescue my sheep and set sail again
