Cicely Fox Smith

(1 February 1882 – 8 April 1954 / Lymm, Cheshire)

Bill - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

His age on the ship's books is fifty-four:
It's stood at that this twenty years or more.

He's had no schooling, so he makes his mark
With a fist that's gnarled and hard and brown as bark.

He remembers the great days of the tea clippers
Back in the 'fifties, when the racing skippers

Cracked on to glory - served in great old ships
That were lost or burned or wrecked or gone to chips

When we were in our cradles. Ay, he knew
Once Captain Forbes of the
Marco Polo
too -

'A sandy bloke he was - ginger for pluck
As the saying goes - but sp'iled by too much luck.'

He makes square sennet better than all the rest:
Even our bosun's got to give him best.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010



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