Shipwrecked Jack Mckay Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

By the banks of the Bond
Down by a place called lily-pond
Stood a young man
By a Cat Napper tree

And his face though in stone
Is best described as grinning long
Due to a bottle
He had thrown in the sea

Now the words that he wrote
Were scribbled down in fountain pen
Lost with his ship,
He was left there to be

But the years as they will
Cast this bottle on the shore
And so to the world
Came this message from he

I have been long alone
Thrown upon this paradise
All that I might
Ever need's here for me

Still the touch of a hand
Is what I'm yearning most of all
A small chance of love
And some sweet company

Now a tear left the eye
And fell upon a blue tailed sprite
Pulling her shell
On the sands by his knee

She looked up and she said
Fear not your wishes have been heard
Look to the east
By the tall tattooed tree

So the sailor sat down
His eyes exploring every surf
Casting like nets
Through the waves in the sea

On a day that was clear
He saw an angel growing tall
Coming to find him
And set his soul free

Now today all his friends
Sit round in toast to Jack McKay
Lost in a storm
Off the coast of Tripoli

On the day of his birth
They raise a cup and dry their eyes
And bid him fair winds
Where ever he might be