The First Spike Poster

Proud ship embarking on your chartless voyage
To bear your treasure through the dim dreamt year's
Your treasure of old memories, and songs
Whose fragrance now brings fading eyes to tears;
Old thoughts once brave as youth, long locked away
Forgotten; comradeships and ready jests—
All things that have been looted from the past
And lie now mingled in your precious chests.
With full round sail and pennant streaming forth
You plunge into the future, fearless, free,
All time unrolling at your bows
A nameless, boundless, unimagined sea;
While those who piled the treasures on your decks
Their courses hold on distant oceans now
But still recall the spray upon your shrouds
And the white furrow turning from your prow.

—K.C.