ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

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Song Of The Seamen -The Mary Rose


Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves -
With the ocean's heaving winds blowing off her proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea...flowing quietly purple blue for now-
Unconscious of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow
Behind the sea's Bering shore were inlets left unexplored
Those abstruse, unchartered waters left from a strange world before

Her robust, alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the wind
Impending doom was yelling their cries while brave seamen-slept within
Down below, inside their cabins they all peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans blue and purple waves, beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creep
While the roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against the gusts
While deep inside the bow- the sleeping seamen thrust
Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice
'Awake, all of ye' ', Captain Noe forcefully roared
'Awake! Awake… all ye' seaman come quickly up on board'!
The obedient seaman rose hastily to the sound of their captain's fierce command
Her helm wheel whirling rebelliously out of control - while her stalwart sails fully expand

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - his loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they'd dip their very souls in blood
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With valiant heart - steeled together, they fought bravely without rest
Fighting to save their spirited ship - defending her stalwart breast

With canvas, sails and muscle strong - they fought against the brine
Calling out in earnest cries… ' Quickly, bring more bucket and twine'!
With plank and bow standing fierce - between them and their fate
The raging ocean's fierce, purple waves - the sea they could not hate

Their means- their birth- their mighty ship and all of their proud names
They'd fiercely stand and fight till death to protect Mary Rose's steadfast frame
Far more potent than flesh and bone are souls and feet - not made of clay
And fight they would, ore' land, water and stern-until their dying day


The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice - against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman's wit - not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong - as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight - was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save their proud Mary Rose

Submitted: Saturday, July 21, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 23, 2012

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