The Sunken Ship
Deep below the surface
blind to human eyes
rests the wreck of the San Juan
on the reef she lies.
All her crew have perished
and her treasures lost
families who cherished
weep the useless cost.
Fish dart through the gun ports
dark to darker still
silver flashes streaming
from the jaws that kill.
Sand and mud creep softly
through the rotting hull
muffle all the metal,
stifle the ships bell.
Once there was a figurehead
beautiful and strong
held aloft the bowsprit
danced to the winds song.
Now her charms have faded
her body eaten through
she lies, remembered beauty,
among the deathly crew.
davicletay 12/2003
Deep below the surface
blind to human eyes
rests the wreck of the San Juan
on the reef she lies.
All her crew have perished
and her treasures lost
families who cherished
weep the useless cost.
Fish dart through the gun ports
dark to darker still
silver flashes streaming
from the jaws that kill.
Sand and mud creep softly
through the rotting hull
muffle all the metal,
stifle the ships bell.
Once there was a figurehead
beautiful and strong
held aloft the bowsprit
danced to the winds song.
Now her charms have faded
her body eaten through
she lies, remembered beauty,
among the deathly crew.
davicletay 12/2003
