She’s listing to port then starboard
Her sail’s shot through
Hull’s holed too
Nothing left for the crew to do
Cast off their boots
Hope to swim for shore
This dear old tub will be no more
She’ll slide to the deep
Only sing for her keep
To the fishes and the wishes
Of the thrum of the tide
Fort King dreaming…
Published January 27, 2012 boats , Gippsland , Nautical matters , photography , poetry , sea 3 CommentsTags: boats, Gippsland, Nautical matters, photography, poetry, sea
Like the poem. When I saw For King thought instantly of the banner 🙂 Still have the pics of it hanging.
It’s still proudly up on the wall!
That’s great and love the thought of our banners going around the world. Thanks.