Beneath the turmoil of rolling waves
The ghosts of ships mark sailor’s graves
Of battles fought with shot and shell
They found to their cost that war is hell
Beneath the cold grey sea they lie
Never to see another starlit sky
Their duty done they claim their rest
Now lay entombed with the very best
To those who fought upon the sea
Such valiant glory for all to see
They fought their fight and lost and died
Their comrades raise their caps in pride
The glory of their battle fought
Will live in history and not for nought
Their loved ones have no grave to mourn
No flowers to lay in the early dawn
Their names are carved upon on a cenotaph
All that’s left is a faded photograph
My father was a war veteran on the Hmas Arunta - a WII tribal class destroyer which saw service in the Pacific war. A great tribute to those who go down to the sea in ships. May we continue to honour them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sympathetic poem, written down for those unfortunate soldiers who lost their lives in the mid of the sea along with the ship itself and are in an oblivion.