The Voyage by Olivia M.

Patterned handkerchiefs spot midair.
The steamboat’s horns,
Start to blare
The call of goodbye to the farewell party-
Sobs are heard, thick and hearty
Over the cheering, screaming, joyous crowd.
The crimson ship
Has started to plow-
Through the dark, mighty water
It will go. Then the large boat
Will start to slow
To an end at the land,
Where new people stand.
Where one voyage ends,
A new one begins.