I grow in silence, felled by steel, My lifeblood rings beneath the keel. In winter’s breath I stand in rows, Feeding warmth when cold wind blows. What am I, stacked with care and toil, Waiting by the cabin bound in spoil?

You see one world, but peer through two, I bring far wonders close to you. Sky or sea, no step required, birds and ships are pulled in tighter.

I let you see, with no sight, the coast loves me, what a delight. Ships love to cross my way, the main objective is to get you on your way.

A simple delight, a pleasant clink Made from wood or bone or metal, linked Motion plays a soothing tune The wind given another voice to croon What am I?

I be a silver doubloon in the sky, Guiding ships, though I have no eye. What be I, ye scurvy dog, tell me or die?