Ships of wood, ships of steel Steam and fluttering sails Raging seas devoured them In storms and powerful gales Power of the raging seas From murky depths below Respect for life it has none Mariners, to their cost know Ships cast like driftwood Riding crests of waves Sitting high on briny Seeing watery graves In towering, surging swells Fighting to stay alive At the mercy, of raging seas Praying to survive Many sailors, souls now rest Deep on ocean bed Alongside ships they sailed in For them, a prayer is said |
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| Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2003 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author |