MONDAY'S POET
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Mothers,
oh mothers, go steel yourselves,
For your
sons to the deep sea have gone.
Lured
from your bosoms by the tall sailing ships
And a
world so exotic and foreign.
By nights
so black on the ocean’s white crest
With a
stillness and stars that so shine,
The
ship’s timbers a’ creaking under deep ocean’s wrath
As she
shudders and groans on the brine.
With
dolphin fair chasing and fishes that fly,
With
sails full and masts there to climb,
With a
wonder and a beauty and a danger to fear
There’s
a peace and contentment to find.
What
lures these, your sons, ‘tis so hard to decipher
But be
‘ware that you’ll see them no more.
For
mothers, your sons, they’re lured by the sirens
Of seas
open and wild at their door.
They’re
forever gone, enchanted by mystery
That’s
called men to their fates evermore.
Once
livin’ the life of the ocean’s great passage,
The
land’s safety gives comfort no more.
They’ll never be happy till
And their
bones rest on the vast ocean’s floor.
With a
wonder and a beauty and a danger to fear
It’s
what took your sons so far from shore
---
Uncle Fred the Sailor Man.
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