Winter Voyage Poem by jan oskar hansen

A Voyage to Caribbean

Europe was in the grip of winter,
ice on deck, frost smoke hung above
the sea clouds low and full of snow;
sun had been absent for weeks.

Bound for Jamaica, past the Azores
weather changed, warmer and the sun
shone on green sea and the great sea
current was on our side.

The crew, in good mood, the cook sits
on a capstan strumming his beat-up
guitar, old salts used to tropical climes,
Jamaica is home from home