I just came across this interesting naval version of the poem “In Flanders Fields” it is certainly worth sharing on this special day.
IN WATERS DEEP
In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
There young hearts sleep beneath the wave
The spirited, the good, the brave,…
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. He’s there.
But you can to the ocean go
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride
In and out with every tide.
And when your span of life is passed,
He’ll meet you at the Captain’s Mast.
And they who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who’ll come home no more,
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas
For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived they chose the sea.
As we say in the Submarine Service they are on Eternal Patrol.
God Bless and keep reading.
I will share it next Remembrance Day with your credit. (A horrible way to die)
Thank you again Francis.