The sea is tranquil on the Bay,
a distant cousin of the awesome Atlantic
with waves as high as houses.
I admire the Seafarer's Memorial statue,
grey steel, quite beautiful and stunning,
poignant reminder of sacrifice;
a forlorn shipwreck you can look inside,
a fallen sailor on the other side.
We can't envisage the terror they faced,
caught between flames and the remorseless sea;
so this is a fitting memorial
behind the Senedd and splendid Pierhead.
On this peaceful Tuesday morning,
with warm sunshine just for a change,
I picture mighty seas and screams of doom,
cruel, indifferent ocean the sailors' tomb.
a distant cousin of the awesome Atlantic
with waves as high as houses.
I admire the Seafarer's Memorial statue,
grey steel, quite beautiful and stunning,
poignant reminder of sacrifice;
a forlorn shipwreck you can look inside,
a fallen sailor on the other side.
We can't envisage the terror they faced,
caught between flames and the remorseless sea;
so this is a fitting memorial
behind the Senedd and splendid Pierhead.
On this peaceful Tuesday morning,
with warm sunshine just for a change,
I picture mighty seas and screams of doom,
cruel, indifferent ocean the sailors' tomb.
