It’s steady, shrieking, eerie tones, Which chills one to the very bones, Quickly fills the ship to spread A message of an unknown dread. It’s strangely brutal pounding rouses Men from weary, drunken poses, Forces…
Browsing Category Poetic Patters
Boxing Day at PNA
Was it my fault that I took part In a boxing bout? Was it my fault that it turned out Into a complete rout? Now all is done, why not jut out My broken jaw…
The Navy Way
I am always asked Why I joined the Navy, I never fail to answer I love the churning sea. I love it’s frothy restlessness, I love to tame it’s storms, And plunge right through them…
The Quaid Remembered
There before me swims What time hardly dims, A vision of a figure frail Clad in coat of mail, His weapon firm conviction