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I Love this Poem called Waters Deep. In ocean waste no poppies blow no crosses stand in a row there young hearts sleep ..beneath the waves .The spirited the good and the brave .But stars a constance 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 white caps marching row on row no one for him will ride out..with every tide ,Ans when your span of life is passed .He ;ll meet you at the Captains Mast ,And they who mourn on distant shore .for Sailors who,ll come home no more .Can dry there tears and pray for these .Who rest beneath the heaving seas.For stars that shine ans winds that blow ,And white caps marching row on row .And they can lonely be .For when they ..lived they chose the sea .. Poem By Eileen Mahoney .....
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 15:24:35 +0000

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