by | Nov 12, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

The full moon peeps from behind the clouds
Painting silver ribbons over a glass-like sea
Beneath the deep mauve sky of a velvet night
The Solent rests at peace, so silently
The pride of our navy guards our shores
Battleships, destroyers, minesweepers too
Alas, only ghosts from a bygone age
But fitting company Dad, for you
Your ashes were committed into to the sea
The oceans forever yours to roam
Spithead was the gateway for most of your life
Back near to the place you called home


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