Rookie - 40 Points (31/01/1954 / GLASGOW)

Sands Of Hope, - Poem by PAUL COLVIN

(The Sands of Torre del Greco, Campania) .

A thousand oars crash down as one
From first light 'til day is done
Each stroke beat by the pounding drum
Each drum beat drowned by constant hum
A whip on hand to tame the brave
For an open sea's the rebel's grave
But still they come with wind filled sails
Some shredded from the storms and gales
The smell of death 'mongst living drones
Waft out from 'neath the old ship's bones
these broken hearted ruins lie
Beneath a battered crimson sky
The sands so black scream out to us
These sands from Hell, The Devil's puss
A graveyard from a distant past
Lie shattered hulls and broken masts
They sailed in hope from distant lands
They sailed to settle on these sands.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

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