Pendragon
05-27-2008, 02:14 PM
The Watery Graveyard
Standing on the shore of the ocean so vast,
Gazing out on the blue bowl of the earth—
Out over the graveyard of ships that were past,
One contemplates one’s position and worth.
There are graves on the shore of sailors lost
When their ship went down, sank by the enemy.
Brave souls that paid the ultimate cost,
At rest now in their final beds by the sea.
Out there is a smoke stack still upright on a ship
The last resting place for a boat and its crew.
On the beach buried in sand is a boiler that slipped,
When the torpedo struck the boat and it blew.
Visiting the place where Blackbeard went down—
So many shades of people seem to shadow the town…
Pendragon
©Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Standing on the shore of the ocean so vast,
Gazing out on the blue bowl of the earth—
Out over the graveyard of ships that were past,
One contemplates one’s position and worth.
There are graves on the shore of sailors lost
When their ship went down, sank by the enemy.
Brave souls that paid the ultimate cost,
At rest now in their final beds by the sea.
Out there is a smoke stack still upright on a ship
The last resting place for a boat and its crew.
On the beach buried in sand is a boiler that slipped,
When the torpedo struck the boat and it blew.
Visiting the place where Blackbeard went down—
So many shades of people seem to shadow the town…
Pendragon
©Tuesday, May 27, 2008