Post by Administrator on Jun 12, 2010 22:56:51 GMT
A SAILOR'S LAMENT
Gulls have pecked my eyes out, fish have cleaned my bones-
A man's recycled this way, in the locker of D.Jones;
Me and many shipmates,all were heaven sent,
To cross the bar in silence-in liquid monument;
Finished with our human form and all the earthly strife,
Now biding midst the briny in our salty afterlife.
Whether you just paddle, or sail across the sea,
Please treat the water kindly-for it could be partly me!
Captain Joe Earl
Gulls have pecked my eyes out, fish have cleaned my bones-
A man's recycled this way, in the locker of D.Jones;
Me and many shipmates,all were heaven sent,
To cross the bar in silence-in liquid monument;
Finished with our human form and all the earthly strife,
Now biding midst the briny in our salty afterlife.
Whether you just paddle, or sail across the sea,
Please treat the water kindly-for it could be partly me!
Captain Joe Earl