Fourteen Miles North Of Pebble Island. Poem by Ray Sinclair

Ropes cast off, she's slipped from berth,
D118 Royal Navy Destroyer sails alert.
Loved ones emotional remain on the dock,
it's time to worry, taunts ticking clock.

Argentine jets flash close to shore.
Action stations! Bloody war!
Bombs away, fatally hit.
On England's pastures, home fires stay lit.

Abandon ship! Sailors brave and bold,
heroes sunk, sea water cold.
Most survive, others die,
mortality in life, we question why?

Albatross skim the waves,
flying homage above watery graves.
Three hundred feet down,
black and grim, fish as sentinels idly swim.

Forever drafted, part of ships crew,
We honour the resting place, these valiant few.
Those that visited your ocean tomb,
lest we forget, gone to soon.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 19/04/18
© April 2018 Ray Sinclair.