Poems

Rust in Peace

Washed ashore, deserted hulls

Battered and torn by raging storm

Now nesting sites for crabs and gulls

Marooned on beaches as waters calm

 

Howling gales unsteered their course

Man and Nature fought to the last

No refuge offered from nearby ports

Joined the wrecks of centuries past

 

Bottom breached, rust ate their shell

Drenched in darkness, they groan in pain

Rotting hulks with tales to tell

Of men and their follies, curse in vain

 

Some lie silent on the beaches

Washed ashore by crashing tides

Some lying beyond the river reaches

In craggy, foggy places hide

 

Some lie at the bottom of the ocean bed

Many foundered by rocks and fog

Thousands sunk in battle, bled

By those who let loose the dogs of war

 

Limpets of legends grow with time

On brown, decaying rusty shells

That cast shadows on the coral and lime

Every wreck has a story to tell

 

Of pirate gold, of gigantic whales

Of ghosts still there, trapped within

Oh once mighty, proud ships with sails

Rust in peace. God bless. Amen.