The Flying Cloud (Source: National Archives)
The Silent Ship by Colin West
I sailed a ship as white as snow,
As soft as clouds on high,
Tall was the mast, broad was the beam,
And safe and warm was I.
I stood astern my stately ship
And felt so grand and high,
To see the lesser ships give way
As I went gliding by.
That was the Golden Age of Clipper Ships romanticized in books and movies.
In another one hundred and fifty years will these be the new silent ships of legends?
(The Urban Legends link above is for my friends back in maneuvering ;-)