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the sea
Contributed by
hughie610
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Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 02:03:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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the sea
the first day i wen't to sea i remember
it wasn't july it was december
the son of a seaman i expected to fare well
but to me it was pure hell
the high waves , the mist,and the fog was thick
it's no wonder as a young man i got horribly sick
some days were normal and we would see a whale
but in the north atlantic the wind blew a gale
we were on duty twenty hours each daya
protecting the merchant ships on their way
when the alarm went on in the middle of the night
from your hammock you would run in full flight
some depth charges were dropped while others we would catupult
hoping to get the subamarines that were about
sometimes the waves were thirty feet high
and above was a very black sky
when we returned to port and our duty was done
it was now time to have some fun
many people i met and became friends to be
and a few are still out in the cold ,blue sea
after three years of service i was finally free
and i kissed the ground and danced with glee
author hewitt hardy august 1 2004
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Re: the sea
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 02:21:45 PM AEST
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| Capitalize, watch spelling (submarines) and add some punctuation. But really, I love the tale it tells and this is a fine poem! Cheers! |
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Re: the sea
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by freckle on
Sunday, 17th April 2005 @ 01:35:04 PM AEST
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NIce poem. The flow is good and the descriptions paint a vivid picture. Good work.
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