Post by Administrator on Sept 21, 2013 22:17:55 GMT
The Merchant Seamen By Brian G. Redding
This poem Is dedicated to all Merchant Seamen:
No poppies wave above our heads
Or mark the place where we must sleep
Below the oceans wild and wide
Our resting place is in the deep
Out of the night torpedoes came
To start the roar of flash and flame
The stink of burning oil and then
The cries of all the dying men
We ask you not to call us brave
For we volunteered 'tis true
We gave our lives so you could live
And asked no thanks from you
Armed forces from around the world
Put their lives upon the line
Just the same as we did
Having faith in the divine
The wolf packs now no longer roam
And peace then brought the hereos home
No poppies wave above our heads
But we are gone and long dead
So let us not forget the crew
Of merchant ships in battle too
The merchant seamen played their part
Remember them with all your heart
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This poem Is dedicated to all Merchant Seamen:
No poppies wave above our heads
Or mark the place where we must sleep
Below the oceans wild and wide
Our resting place is in the deep
Out of the night torpedoes came
To start the roar of flash and flame
The stink of burning oil and then
The cries of all the dying men
We ask you not to call us brave
For we volunteered 'tis true
We gave our lives so you could live
And asked no thanks from you
Armed forces from around the world
Put their lives upon the line
Just the same as we did
Having faith in the divine
The wolf packs now no longer roam
And peace then brought the hereos home
No poppies wave above our heads
But we are gone and long dead
So let us not forget the crew
Of merchant ships in battle too
The merchant seamen played their part
Remember them with all your heart
Read more: mntribute.proboards.com/thread/479/merchant-seamen#ixzz2fZI9ubkJ