Henry Hudson

Summer's frozen over,
but Hudson still clamors
for that Northwestern Passage
in his swaying shallop,
on his misty bay.

Discovery's ice-locked,
but Hudson still hammers
like a sea-roving savage
in his swaying mind,
on this endless day.

The crew can't stand
surveying the empty land anymore-
so take your expedition to the shore.
Old Cathay is a dream away
and home is calling from this pewter moor.

Mutineers vanish at horizon
but Hudson still enamors
with the glory of the passage
on this swaying odyssey,
in his misty bay.