The Gerona Poem by Douglas McClarty

From Spanish shores they sailed
Victory was in the wind for Rome
But the gods turned against the tide
Galleons scattered, evil plans died.

Some set sail for home against all odds
No one can defeat the might of the gods
Violet storms and seas devoured so many
Gerona, against all odds, she survives

This vessel heavily laden with others saved
From cold Irish waters, so many's grave
Thirteen hundred souls now taken onboard
Sent to convert protesters with the sword

From Killybegs a ship full of dreams sets sail,
for home, to Andalusian warm sunny shores
The Gerona now sailing, unknown to oblivion
Facing the finally battle, against the Celtic storms

Lost, as she founders in the turbulent waves
Dunluce rocks lay claim to this Galleons brave
The castle, a memorial to those Spanish souls
May they rest in peace in their watery graves.