“Daddy, Daddy, look at the anchor so rusted!!”

“Aww my darlings, more than that it is encrusted.”

“With what Daddy?”, they smile and they ask

Putting my mind to yet another Daddy task

With living barnacles that speak of a history

Too often shrouded In the annals of mystery

Once part of a mighty sailing then sunken ship

And is just glimpse from a part of the very tip

Of a story that yet one day  live to be told

Of a heroic crew and how their story unfolds

But for now my young darlings, let’s walk

And as we pass by, holding hands we’ll talk

That story will have to wait for another day

For now, as the sun sinks we will be on our way…