A Poem For Outchop Poem by Steven Taylor

We're underway for the USA
my God it's been a while
We get this feeling down inside
that forces us to smile

We came out here to do a job
to show the world our strength
and now that all is said and done
we look back and we think

We think of times on 'water hours'
on food to bad to eat
on seas that rolled us out our racks
and knocked us off our feet

We remember times in 'ports-o-call'
with shipmates, girls and wine
the sights and sounds that will remain
forever in our minds

Then we realize that even though
a picnic it was not
this cruise was worth the time we spent
for the memories we got