The voyages of the Silver Dream began with a poem:
David says, “Mrs. Whitworth was my homeroom teacher and taught English, too. One day she read us a poem. Here’s how it went:
The Silver Dream
Come, sail away on my silver dream,
Cast off the hawsers of care,
Leave all your troubles and sail away
Over the ocean with me.
Come, sail away on my silver dream,
Let the wind blow through your hair.
Feel the sun and the salt water spray,
Know what it means to be free.
Come, sail away on my silver dream,
Breathe in the fresh, briny air.
Let your heart soar on the wind today,
Over the sapphire sea.”
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