Post by Administrator on Feb 20, 2020 19:08:17 GMT
MERCHANTMEN ALL
They came from the plains of Kansas,
From the rolling fields of wheat,
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
Cold decks beneath their feet.
They came from the Blue Ridge Mountains,
Where hunting was their game,
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
In the ice, the snow, and rain.
They came from their ranches in Texas,
And the potato fields of Maine,
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
They were lost in smoke and flame.
They came from the banks of Hatteras,
The sea they so well knew.
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
In the Hell of World War two.
They came from all over the country,
To answer their country's call
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
How sad we've forgotten them all.
Ian A. Millar
They came from the plains of Kansas,
From the rolling fields of wheat,
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
Cold decks beneath their feet.
They came from the Blue Ridge Mountains,
Where hunting was their game,
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
In the ice, the snow, and rain.
They came from their ranches in Texas,
And the potato fields of Maine,
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
They were lost in smoke and flame.
They came from the banks of Hatteras,
The sea they so well knew.
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
In the Hell of World War two.
They came from all over the country,
To answer their country's call
To serve aboard the merchant ships,
How sad we've forgotten them all.
Ian A. Millar