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 bravery in the face of death.
They go down with their ships, of their own choice and never recede.
He performed a simple act of humanity as he was out of breath.
There is something Calvinistic about this man of the old-sea breed.
Poem Style – Pantoum / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen
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