I TOOK my three little trusty boats And I went out to sea, The Pinta, the little Niña And the good old Santa Marie. I looked for the road to India, As rich as rich could be, And for that were spread the broad white sails Of Pinta, Niña, and Santa Marie. I sailed and sailed for many a day, And the sailors all frowned at me And the Pinta, the little Niña, And the good old Santa Marie. But when I cried, "Land, land ahead!" They were gay as gay could be; And they praised the Pinta and Niña And the good old Santa Marie. And what I found in the far, far West Only God's sight could see, So, all, give thanks for the Pinta, The Niña, and Santa Marie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY TO A KNOWN PLACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL |