Captain Smith's Inspection Poem by Paul Warren

I was on the SS Winterhaven on that night in 1977
My name is Leonard Bishop and I am the second officer
When we passed over the deep six grave of the SS Titanic
It was evening time and I was making my rounds
When an older bearded gentleman joined me
As he walked sure footed around my ship


He asked me lot of questions about the safety of the ship
There was something about the man that haunted me
As I bade him good night on the deck of the ship
When I came into port later on
I was looking at an article about the Titanic
And I saw a picture of Captain Edward John Smith

It was the man I had shown around my ship
I wonder now when he died how haunted he was
That he would still need to wander
The decks of ships passing over his watery grave
To satisfy himself that the ships were safe
And they would not join Titanic in a watery grave.

© Paul Warren Poetry