In Peril on the Sea

The recent storms battering the Island inspired this nautical poem.

In Peril on the Sea

Ships founder, and who can save
Storm tossed, with such a restless wave
They slowly sink to ocean deep
Into dark waters, there to keep
Of ships that once left harbour quay
And found their peril on the sea

The drowned souls lost, their cry is heard
Without a breath, they still sound word
From darkest depths of ocean deep
Those restless souls who never sleep
Of ships that once left harbour quay
And found their peril on the sea

And looking out from hill or plain
From Singapore to Spanish Main
The ghost ship rises from below
And comes at night, by daylight go
The Flying Dutchmen, wheel in hand
As shadows fall upon the sand

St Elmo’s fire, by lightning sent
When blazing in the firmament.
And storm is raging with all might
Save all who dare the seagull's flight.
Crows nest high with watchful care
For every peril in the air

The gale is raging, with such power
And at its height, the danger hour.
From rock and tempest, high and low
The coming storm lets fury go
Then drop the anchor, in the quay
Till calm returns to land and sea