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The Briny Deep
One night out upon the raging sea,
In a storm so dark the stars did flee,
When in a moment a massive wave,
Sent a ship to a cold, watery grave.
From another deck, a wreath was thrown,
For the brave crew that joined Davey Jones,
Red roses that marked an unknown spot,
A simple act done with profound thought.
Those of the sea spurn long morbid woe,
But give honor to those lost below,
In a sea that offers much can take,
Friend and foe that demands great respect.
Upon the shore, gentle waves roll in,
Bringing a message from those brave men,
True mates resting in that murky den,
“Given the chance, we’d all sail again.”
Not to sail again is thought amiss,
Fear of the oceanic abyss,
And its haunting terror cannot keep,
Men from sailing o’er the briny deep.
Copyright ©
David Moore
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