Titanic

Titanic

Nineteen-Twelve is the yesteryear, Upon a grand ship filled with cheer. The upper class passengers had the finest of fine, In rooms so adorned you might think them a shrine. As they wander the grand ship from stem to stern, No one knew there would be cause for concern. How did they know this grand ship’s hull would be sliced, Like a knife through soft butter, a big chunk of ice. It was a night the world remembers and never to forget, There were not enough lifeboats, which was cause for regret. The Captain did shout, ‘Women and children first’, Before the grand ship was submersed. “Be British, my men.” was the last orders to that brave crew, Bringing order out of chaos like he was saying adieu. The Captain’s final act was that...

A Time to Remember

A Time to Remember

I am sitting at grandmas as I do recalled, Watching a movie, “A Time to Remember” so it was called. Grandma says, “Looks like a great picture show”. I rabble on to her, about it fascinated me so My Grandma leans over, as if to conspire “If you think that’s neat, I have something you might admire” I slowly follow her down thought that creepy old basement decor, Where she opens an old trunk, full of albums, photos and more. “Let’s see, and hmm where is it?” she does seem to muse, She made me almost feel like a spy, looking for clues, Gentle hands shake as she pulls an old velvet album from that old chest, She flips the pages mumbling about family and how they were dressed. When she suddenly stops and...

Ode to the Titanic

Ode to the Titanic

. I One fateful night a grand old ship was gone, So many lost their lives, not all were saved. The ship did sink before the morning dawn. The sea made over fifteen hundred graves On that so sad and fateful April night As that sharp iceberg the ship””s side did graze. The crew and captain tried with all their might To save as many people as they could. In only twenty lifeboats for their plight The captain ordered his crew, as he should, The women and the children first he cried And making all men stay back where they stood. There were not near enough boats to provide All people room, so many had to die. II “I want every man to act like a man For manhood””s sake”, the captain did command With gun in hand and trouble now began. He...

My Great Grand Uncle, E.J. Smith

My Great Grand Uncle, E.J. Smith

There is something Calvinistic about this man of the old-sea breed. Where they never outgrow the wild grandeur of the sea. They go down with their ships, of their own choice and never recede. This man was of quiet demeanor and soft words of some degree. Where they never outgrow the wild grandeur of the sea. Man and ship riding over great waves and fighting their way through. This man was of quiet demeanor and soft words of some degree. He was courteous, kindly and loved by many he knew. Man and ship riding over great waves and fighting their way through. Gallant is he, by many acts of bravery in the face of death. He was courteous, kindly and loved by many he knew. He performed a simple act of humanity as he was out of breath. Gallant is he by many acts of...