Catchcry Poems | Examples

Song of Breeze

Again, again I hear the sound 
And feel the smell of ship’s playground 
Where I have spent half life at seas 
And more “Eyes front!” than “Stand at ease!” 
And Life itself was measured value 
Upcoming with the catchcry: “Hey, you!” 
Oh, yes, we were what’s called “fresh springs” 
With fancy-schmancy earings, 
And waves that rocked ship up-n-down 
Carried away us from hometown! 
Remember Gulfstream’s gutty waters, 
Remember wives, and brides, and daughters, 
Remember mothers, sons and fathers, 
Remember friends and many others?!. 
… Time passed away, we all ashore… 
Where’s our ships we dreamed before? 
The only thing I ever miss – 
That smell of salt, and youth, and breeze…