Post by Administrator on Nov 1, 2021 16:10:47 GMT
THE FOG
The fog rolls in across the wave,
Obscures the heroes and the brave.
It hides the wounds and battle's scar,
Of merchant seamen near and far.
The Old Red Duster at the stern,
Young boys to men were quick to learn.
They had a task they had to do,
It was theirs to bring the cargo through.
They were the ones who fell at sea,
Who paid the price to keep us free.
They sailed in storm and howling gale,
In spite of all they did not fail.
The fog rolls in and blankets all,
Including those who heard the call.
It covers those who cannot speak,
And those still sleeping in the deep.
Ian Adrian Millar
The fog rolls in across the wave,
Obscures the heroes and the brave.
It hides the wounds and battle's scar,
Of merchant seamen near and far.
The Old Red Duster at the stern,
Young boys to men were quick to learn.
They had a task they had to do,
It was theirs to bring the cargo through.
They were the ones who fell at sea,
Who paid the price to keep us free.
They sailed in storm and howling gale,
In spite of all they did not fail.
The fog rolls in and blankets all,
Including those who heard the call.
It covers those who cannot speak,
And those still sleeping in the deep.
Ian Adrian Millar