Our warmest congratulations to Gunslinger53, winner of May's picture competition with Gibb's Hill! As always, all the entries received were fantastic and the voting was very close. Congrats, Gunslinger, on a well deserved win! If you'd like to read the other entries, you can find them here. Also, the June Competition is up and running. You can check out the picture here!
So, here is the winning poem ... and the picture that inspired it.

Gibb's Hill
Ah, lad, the wind were blowin fierce
Out o the Nor norwest-
Her ighness vessel, Balmorhea,
Were reckoned wi the best.
An Capn Morrow, glass in and
Stood on the quarter-deck.
Not knowin ere the day were done-
is ship would be a wreck!
St. Geroge's Island is she called-
Bermudas evil twin
And many vessels sighted er
To never sail again.
er reefs are many,
Fit, no doubt, a sailin ship to kill
The worse o all the evil lot,
Lies offshore o Gibbs Hill.
Make yer course there two eight five,
Strike tgallant sails
An leadsman! Gi me soundins
Fra the dolphin catchers rails.
Bear up! Bear up! For fortune smiles-
I glimmed Saint Davids light.
Make yer bearin two eight five-
Now things will be alright.
Belay that! Cried the bosuns mate
The whole lot will be killed!
That aint Saint Davids light ye see-
But that upon Gibbs Hill.
She struck wi an orrendous blow-
Rolled once an she was gone
All ands were lost, wi Spanish gold
er whereabouts unknown.
Yet on the bottom, bleached and bare-
The Capns body lies
is spyglass lyin near is and-
And doubloons for is eyes.
A moral? Why, praps there is
An tell it? Aye, I will
When in Bermudian waters lad-
Best steer clear o Gibbs Hill.
Gunslinger53
So, here is the winning poem ... and the picture that inspired it.

Gibb's Hill
Ah, lad, the wind were blowin fierce
Out o the Nor norwest-
Her ighness vessel, Balmorhea,
Were reckoned wi the best.
An Capn Morrow, glass in and
Stood on the quarter-deck.
Not knowin ere the day were done-
is ship would be a wreck!
St. Geroge's Island is she called-
Bermudas evil twin
And many vessels sighted er
To never sail again.
er reefs are many,
Fit, no doubt, a sailin ship to kill
The worse o all the evil lot,
Lies offshore o Gibbs Hill.
Make yer course there two eight five,
Strike tgallant sails
An leadsman! Gi me soundins
Fra the dolphin catchers rails.
Bear up! Bear up! For fortune smiles-
I glimmed Saint Davids light.
Make yer bearin two eight five-
Now things will be alright.
Belay that! Cried the bosuns mate
The whole lot will be killed!
That aint Saint Davids light ye see-
But that upon Gibbs Hill.
She struck wi an orrendous blow-
Rolled once an she was gone
All ands were lost, wi Spanish gold
er whereabouts unknown.
Yet on the bottom, bleached and bare-
The Capns body lies
is spyglass lyin near is and-
And doubloons for is eyes.
A moral? Why, praps there is
An tell it? Aye, I will
When in Bermudian waters lad-
Best steer clear o Gibbs Hill.
Gunslinger53
