A Historic Event
Unknown to them their universe was shrinking
It was bitterly cold as most lay asleep,
None of them dreamt their ship was sinking
None of them dreamt of facing the deep,
Yet there it was, that colossus of doom
A meeting with fate they were sailing toward,
The freezing Atlantic would claim them all soon
But so far early morn... 'twas all quiet on board.
Based on the sinking of RMS Titanic
Which sank in the early hours of
April 15th 1912, claiming 1517 lives.
Entry for
A Historic Event Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula.
18/9/2020. Placed=1st.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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