Remembering

 

I read something today and felt moved to share.

 

In ocean wastes no poppies blow

No crosses stand in ordered row.

There young hearts sleep beneath the wave

The spirited, the good, the brave.

But stars a constant vigil keep

For them who lie beneath the deep.

'Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer

On certain spot and think, "He's there".

But you can to the ocean go,

See whitecaps marching row on row

Know one for him will always ride

In and out with every tide.

For stars that shine and winds that blow

And whitecaps marching row on row

And they can never lonely be

For when they lived, they chose the sea.

 

For Captain John, Captain Jack, and all the other sailors who never made port.