THERE are great big ships and they ride all day, And they hurry to good lands far away, But there never were ships so brave as the three, The Pinta, the Niña, the Santa Marie! With engines that jar and puff through the gales The big ships go; but good strong sails The little ships had—and they spread them free On the Pinta, the Niña, the Santa Marie! The waves were mad and the winds were cold, But the heart of the pilot was true and bold; And strong was his faith in the new strange sea And the Pinta, the Niña, the Santa Marie. O great big ships that forever ride, These little ships found you your way through the tide, And never shall ships be brave as the three, The Pinta, the Niña, the Santa Marie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FLETCHER MCGEE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |