Charles M. Moore

Rookie (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Down By The Old River - Poem by Charles M. Moore

I was a young man my trade was a deck hand
my first love the clipper the old Rosalea
we sailed from the old town down by the river
to Bombay and Shanghai we traded for tea

I met a young girl down by the river
she said we could marry and live on a farm
I told her I'm sorry my heart's with another
we kissed as we watched the sun o'er the yard arm

I know when my time comes and I meet my maker
I'll have no regrets I'll be happy he'll see
for I'll have my ashes cast out on the river
that I once supported and now supports me.


Comments about Down By The Old River by Charles M. Moore

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (3/17/2007 3:32:00 PM)

    This reads like a song Charlie and a very good one at that. Great theme, rhythm and words. jim (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Will Barber (8/15/2006 11:08:00 PM)

    Charming and wonderful write. Rollicking, and yet sentimental, a terrific sailor-song. Sail on, Charlie! I loved this. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 79 Points Linda Ori (4/2/2006 8:36:00 PM)

    Another wonderful poem, Charlie - I like the way it flows - like the river you write about. Lovely...................
    Linda (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (4/2/2006 10:51:00 AM)

    Pours over us in a way that only your work can.Brilliant.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 39 Points Patricia Gale (3/26/2006 8:21:00 PM)

    Lovely tale Charles. The man with his love the river

    Patricia (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 10, 2006


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