Gordon Boshell Poems

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The Aeroplane

I sweep the skies with fire and steel,
My highway is the cloud,
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel,
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2.
Josing Fjord: The Capture of the ‘Altmark'

Eastward we sailed from the Falkland Isles
And Westward to the Plate;
We searched the waves for a ship of slaves
With a ceaseless, burning hate.
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3.
The Aeroplane

I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it's wrath

I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the milestones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death . . . is in my wings
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4.
Josing Fjord: The Capture of the ‘Altmark'

Eastward we sailed from the Falkland Isles
And Westward to the Plate;
We searched the waves for a ship of slaves
With a ceaseless, burning hate.
South from the Caribbean -
Northward the white wakes scored,
And the set of the sun brought vengeance
At night in the Josing Fjord.

Yonder she lay. The prison-ship-
The Norsemen had let her go,
A floating hell on the night-tide's swell,
With Britons locked below.
And thirty men on the Cossack
Waited the word to board -
From the hidden lights of London
To the stars in Josing Fjord.

Grappling irons and then attack
A fight in a frozen sea…..
When thirty men came back again
Three hundred men were free,
For Drake had unslung his hammock
And he stepped once more aboard,
And he fought again beside us
That night in Josing Fjord.
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