Fallen Glory
They were sailors, sailing men
from every shore.
Strong and mighty, perfectly
qualified for every task.
The ship they sailed, built strong;
like any rock should be.
Solid from bow to stern, with
its grand sails;
That would carry them, whenever
danger drew near.
Ship and crew, crew and ship.
Each one the others compliment,
like a two fold cord.
Strong when they were one.
Together in life, and now in
death!
The "Fantome", true
to its name; a ghost sailing the seas.
With crew at hand, and full sails
flying;
And "Amazing Grace"
leading them on!
Lane Roberts