Wooden Ships. A little rhyme to go with my avatar.

Wooden Ships

Where did all the wooden ships go
Before the world was round,
Those that sailed too near the edge
Before the world was round.
What happened to all those sailors
Not seen or ever found,
I do not think that all of them were drowned.
Perhaps some walked in Eldorado
Or talked with Prestor John,
Maybe they sailed to Timbuktu
And in unknown seas sail still.