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Monday, June 19, 2006

Fateful Day

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A lull fell over Lowestoft upon that fateful day
No crowds, no band, just silence
As they watched us sail away,
The Sea it had an eerie calm
And looked like made of glass
As we set sail for the fishing grounds
All blind to what would pass,

Just ten miles out the Skipper said
There’s something here amiss
Then ten more miles along the way
Old Thomas gave a hiss,

It don’t bade well old Thomas said
I’ve seen this once before
A deathly calm and quite
No winds and then a roar,

No sooner had old Thomas spoke
The sky turned deathly black
But we were too far out now
There was no turning back,

The Sea got up, the wind got worse
And turned into a storm
We furled the sails to sit it out
And all prayed to go home,

We never knew what hit us
When the big wave turned us over
But amid the nets and oil and flames
We knew our days were over,

Eleven Seamen died that day
And now we sit aloft
But very few remember us
Us men of Lowestoft,

If now and then you think of them
Don’t think of what has passed
Remember them with kindness
And that they were the last.
The Mowjo
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COMMENTS
Nalini Hebbar 19 June 2006
you have flair...on the way to becoming a great poet...you love nature and the human spirit...and your message loud and clear...keep going...sail away on your great imagination
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