Our Brave Boys
Our precious boys are out at sea
to save the seventeen souls that be
in mortal danger.
Wave upon wave some forty feet high
lay on a beam sea,
reflected in their mind’s eye.
Onward and upward go our brave boys
each aware of each others fears.
Boats have been lost
in lesser seas than these.
Seventeen souls awaiting in hope.
Stricken on a vessel, barely afloat.
Never abandoning but placing their faith
in the boys on their way.
To take them away from
a certain deep, unfathomable grave.
Twenty miles out and on the hour,
the Cox’ in shouts I have them in sight.
Now, with fifty foot swells
challenging the brave boys with all its might.
Each minute now, seemingly tells
that each be ready to fight.
The calmer lee of the stricken boat
Feeds the adrenaline of eternal hope.
Reading the sea comes into play,
Seventeen souls now face their day.
On the rise, jump!
Down the trough, ready
On the rise, jump!
Down the trough – steady.
Two hours in for the seventeen souls,
now, hugging our seven brave boys
safe – joyous repose.
Heading home before the full storm
loudly crashes to claim them again.
One last push to the harbour lights,
with seventeen souls and our brave boys
who stood together against the sea foaming might.
Families hear their returning call,
eyes embracing and enveloping all.
With seventeen souls and our brave boys
standing proud, quiet, reflective and tall.
Thank you Lord for bringing home all.
