On a night much like tonight, and as I stood outside my door, <br />I heard some sounds that set me tingling, <br />Much like distant church bells ringing, <br />A peel for help, was in their clarion, <br />Ringing round from Heath to town, above the ocean roar, <br /> <br />All who lived in this small Hamlet knew that sound from yore, <br />It was a knell that would be sounded, <br />Just before a boat was grounded, <br />Grounded on the rocky coastline, or the rocky shore, <br />Signifying danger, it was a sound you can’t ignore. <br /> <br />Next I saw Dan Glover running, to the lifeboat he was manning, <br />Then his Bosun, John, came through, <br />Followed by the lifeboats crew, <br />All in eager expectation of helping those in dire distress, <br />Sailing out in any weather, braving sea and, nights darkness. <br /> <br />It was many hours later, that these brave lads came ashore, <br />They had rescued three poor seamen, from a crew of four, <br />Yet again they’d faced that maelstrom, <br />All that nature’s wildness came from, <br />Had faced it and had won, against the odds, and nature’s law.<br /><br />Damian Cranney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dangerous-seas-2/
