Bob Gibson Poems

The skies are grey on this winters day, and its pelting down with rain
I cannot see the mountain range, through my window pane
The morning mists envelop, like the tide, it hides the beach
No bird song heard, not even a word, of the Tui's warbled speech
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One day I said Granddad, did you go to sea?
Yes lad, I was a submariner, and a tale I'll tell to thee
We were off the coast of Scotland, forty thousand fathoms deep
It was very dark and eerie, and we couldn't hear a peep!
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A warm balmy eve on palm fringed beach
A bonfire burns, out of touch out of reach
Whispers of waves lapping the shore
A full moon reflecting the ocean's amour
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Sunlight filters through the trees
In a wooded glade, a gentle breeze
The sound of water over stone
In this place, my heart calls home
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As i placed my foot upon the train
i looked back an saw my mothers pain
i can't go back I've come this far
i'm a sailor now! a jolly jack tar!
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Do we really pick the lives we lead
What guides us? is it love or greed?
What was i serching for all these years
Am not i content among my peers?
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Men don't talk' when their hearts are broken
Men don't talk' not a word is spoken
the shutters come down and they just regress
Inside it hurts, such emptiness!
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Full ahead in the dead of night
Steaming in the moons half light
Boilers working at full capacity
Hissing steam with such tenacity
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I looked out, into the darkened night
The ship Discovery was in sight
In its orbital path I see
A pinpoint of light looking down on me
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In the early morn on the city street
Druggies, prostitutes, drunks i meet
I see them all, they know the score
Dregs of humanity to the core
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