Just about every sea shanty I ever heard, fills my mind with images. Here's an example

Up aloft amid the rigging
Blows the loud exalting gale
Like a bird's wide outstrecthed pinions
Spreads on high each swelling sail

And the wild waves cleft behind us
Seem to murmur as they flow
There are loving hearts that wait you
In the land to which you go

Or how about the image from this one?

Oh dark and dreary was the day
When last I saw my Meg
She'd a government band around each hand
And another one on each leg

Now that's what I call imagery!