Post by Administrator on Jun 11, 2022 2:49:05 GMT
These words just came up tonight.
Must read again myself in the morning and see for myself if it makes sense:
Woke and jotted down what I recall.
Water under the bridge.
The term meant little to me then,
We had a job to do and faced it.
Never expected not to go home,
Or in reality knew if and when.
Glad some chaps had humour and wit,
Apart from the tin fish, loved to roam.
They say then never did a ship not sail,
For lack of crew.
Excuse the sailor speak would the feck you.
Little mattered where you may hail,
The MN needed you.
On board, a part of all and on the foam.
Now with Davey down beneath and below,
been a long time now but, miss our folks on land.
Mothers, family and friends – true.
Seemed our time to go.
We paid the price just giving a hand.
And rest beneath the ocean blue.
But, rest assured – we have no grave,
Though we that you deem lost, you must know,
You miss us and we miss you.
When near the coast and see a wave,
from down below.
One may be me, just saying hi from the blue.
We know you still have thoughts of us,
A picture on the wall,
Sadly still sailing much above your world,
Our bones still down below adjust.
We answered to the call.
Hope this message get’s through to you.
Must read again myself in the morning and see for myself if it makes sense:
Woke and jotted down what I recall.
Water under the bridge.
The term meant little to me then,
We had a job to do and faced it.
Never expected not to go home,
Or in reality knew if and when.
Glad some chaps had humour and wit,
Apart from the tin fish, loved to roam.
They say then never did a ship not sail,
For lack of crew.
Excuse the sailor speak would the feck you.
Little mattered where you may hail,
The MN needed you.
On board, a part of all and on the foam.
Now with Davey down beneath and below,
been a long time now but, miss our folks on land.
Mothers, family and friends – true.
Seemed our time to go.
We paid the price just giving a hand.
And rest beneath the ocean blue.
But, rest assured – we have no grave,
Though we that you deem lost, you must know,
You miss us and we miss you.
When near the coast and see a wave,
from down below.
One may be me, just saying hi from the blue.
We know you still have thoughts of us,
A picture on the wall,
Sadly still sailing much above your world,
Our bones still down below adjust.
We answered to the call.
Hope this message get’s through to you.