Vendee Globe(the Epic voyage of Miss Ellen Macarthur)
\n5th March 2001<\/p>\n
Ellen Macarthur just 24 years on this Planet
\nAnd she had begun
\nA journey of epic proportion
\nAnd to do what no youngster had done
\nEyes, she had eyes as blue as the bluest of ocean’s
\nA 60′ yacht
\nAnd a dream she could sail
\nTo the ends of the earth
\nAnd resolve to enjoy it a lot<\/p>\n
Kissed her parents goodbye
\nAnd her mentor and friend
\nMark Fisher she out in the grey
\nWith a stress ball or two
\nWith a heart good and true
\nClimbed aboard her new home and away
\nJust the seagulls and sky
\nWestern France waves goodbye
\nTo the great lonely climes she now bound
\nKingfisher scythed through the surf and the swell
\nAnd her heart strings pulled up on the sound<\/p>\n
24,000 miles, a thousand miles for
\nEach year of her life, she would be
\nFighting each squall
\nUsing probably all
\nOf her strength
\nAnd her tenacity
\nFor a goodly long spell
\nYoung Ellen knew well
\nShe must work with the elements and
\nFight all the way through the blue and the grey
\nA soul bearing far from the land<\/p>\n
For this Vendee Globe race
\nGoes at such a stiff pace
\nHeading south to the Ocean of Fear
\n“I am what I am, I do what I want”
\nAs the brilliant white icebergs appear
\nThe size of the waves
\nHave become sailors graves
\nBut this lass went to battle tis clear
\nCat napping through
\nThe icebergs of blue
\nAnd getting the hell out of here<\/p>\n
With a great sideways sail
\nIn a bold frothing gale
\nHer tail up and raring to go
\nTo fight the good fight
\nWith all of her might
\nAnd to let all the world blooming know
\nExhaustion was just overwhelming
\nThe resolve that this young woman showed
\nUp the mast, down the mast , do it!
\nBlack and blue but she just glowed<\/p>\n
Port side a mountain of ice was on view
\nA berg that could un-mast and mean
\nDeath and collapse of what seemed under wraps
\nAlarm bells were setting the scene
\nEllen battled and won
\nFor she now felt the sun
\nWarming her so easily
\nShe opened some ginger nuts
\nWhich she did share
\nWith Neptune the God of the Sea
\nHer hands and her nails
\nWhite from mending the sails
\nIn the constant wet
\nEllen did steep
\nHer body was sore
\n:Like never before
\nBut her sailing prowess made me weep
\nTill she hit some great bar
\nAnd her rudder did scar
\nIt didn’t seem fair
\nThat this shroud
\nCould close in on her
\nThe rudder did whirr
\nAnd in more salty spray she was showered<\/p>\n
How the storm winds did blow
\nAnd with more weight in tow
\nIt just seemed so heavy she thought
\nTo lift and repair but she was aware
\nIf she didnt she might just be caught
\nOr possibly sink she was now on the brink
\nHer emotions great oceans inside
\nTook its toll but this lass
\nWould not let the crevass
\nSwallow her up, she denied
\nDefeat she was strong
\nOn her own all along
\nThis incredible voyage would soon be
\nOver, she screwed
\nOn some more fortitude
\nFor herself which she needed to see<\/p>\n
She was back on full track
\nAttack just attack
\nThat was the cry in her soul
\nBeyond all the limits she set for herself
\nBut again things were taking their toll
\nA broken forstay
\nWas the big thing to-day
\nShe sobbed for it didn’t seem fair
\nTwas a great open race
\nBut the look on her face
\nClearly showed us she’d reached deep despair<\/p>\n
But on grit she was made
\nAnd the price that she’d paid
\nA new joy was coming her way
\nFlotilla’s of sail
\nLittle boats on her tail
\nVictory too her’s Today
\nChampagne and smiles
\nA reward for the miles
\nThe torment just how could it be
\nKingfisher fought
\nHe was such a great sport
\nHe had carved out his name on the sea<\/p>\n
Ellen Macarthur just 24 years on this planet an epic journey by a young lady in her sailboat Continue reading
\nA journey of epic proportions
\nThis lass had just done
\nHer eyes they were blue like the bluest
\nBlue found in the Oceans
\nA radiance shone on her face
\nLike the rays of the sun
\nShe’d sailed through the heaviest seas
\nAnd was wholly reluctant
\nTo leave the Kingfisher and walk
\nUp the harbour anew
\nShe kneeled down and planted a kiss
\nOn the side of Kingfisher
\nYoung Ellen Macarthur achieved all she’d
\nSet out to do
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