Post by Administrator on Feb 7, 2021 16:54:43 GMT
OLD SHIP'S DOG
She had sailed with us for many a league,
To Cape Town and Timbuktu.
From Nome up north, to Sydney south,
Every port we seamen knew.
For sixteen years she gave us joy,
Chased away the clouds and rain.
Her bark would cause the gulls to flee,
Life no longer is the same.
A friend to every soul aboard,
And a shipmate ever true.
She'd listen to your tales of woe,
And of cheerful times we knew.
The years had come and passed along,
Left her old and turning grey.
Sad was the day she could not sail,
Though she knew she had to stay.
She resting now at the fountain side,
Neath the shade of our old linden tree.
Gone from my sight, still in my heart,
No grander friend could be.
Laid to rest with a favorite old bone,
Time had come for us to part.
Four words were etched upon her stone,
Sleep Softly Old Sweetheart.
Ian Adrian Millar
She had sailed with us for many a league,
To Cape Town and Timbuktu.
From Nome up north, to Sydney south,
Every port we seamen knew.
For sixteen years she gave us joy,
Chased away the clouds and rain.
Her bark would cause the gulls to flee,
Life no longer is the same.
A friend to every soul aboard,
And a shipmate ever true.
She'd listen to your tales of woe,
And of cheerful times we knew.
The years had come and passed along,
Left her old and turning grey.
Sad was the day she could not sail,
Though she knew she had to stay.
She resting now at the fountain side,
Neath the shade of our old linden tree.
Gone from my sight, still in my heart,
No grander friend could be.
Laid to rest with a favorite old bone,
Time had come for us to part.
Four words were etched upon her stone,
Sleep Softly Old Sweetheart.
Ian Adrian Millar