SEA STUFF
Reading edition
Now I’m a soldier, so I ain’t
No hand at art, but say,
There’s things at sea I’d like to paint
Before I’m tucked away.
A cruiser on the sunrise track,
Alert to find the morn,
With every funnel belching black
Into the red, gold dawn;
A flock o’ transports, crazy lined,
On blue-green waves advance,
That sink their bows, all spray an’ dewed,
Hellbootin’ it for France;
A manned gun peerin’ out to port
As evenin’ shadows close;
Beyond, a ship slipped up an’ caught
Against a cloud o’ rose;
A crow’s nest loomin’ from below
Across the Milk Way’s bars,
32Just like a cradle rockin’ slow,
An’ sung to by the stars.
No, I can’t paint the things I’ve seen
While we were passin’ by,
But, all the same, they sure have been
Worth lookin’ at, say I.
Steuart M. Emery, Pvt., M.P.
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