Thursday, 24 April 2014


Every year at about this time, I try to find something appropriate to share in honour and respect of those who have gone down to the sea in ships - and never returned.

From time to time I have written a few tales of my ten years or so at sea, and I will write continue to write on this topic when I can for as long as my memory allows.  

Last year I came across these few words.

Since then I have found a few more pieces and several photos which evoked memories, but I couldn't find anything which said more to me than this - I hope you agree.  


There are no roses on sailors' graves
Nor wreaths upon the storm toss'd waves.
No last post from the Royal's Band
So far away from their native land
No heartbroken words carved on stone
Just shipmates' bodies there alone.
The only tributes are seagull's sweeps
And the teardrop when a loved one weeps.


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