In the Maelstrom
One man at the helm
The other askew
Laying in the cockpit
Two men in a storm
Captain and crew
The first lively, alert
The other injured, withdrawn
The orange dash of colour
The darkening sea
Their mayday heard
Before the last blip gave
A meaningless blur
Now help is at hand
To pluck both off in haste
Pounding through the surf
Comes their saviours apace
Crashing through the maelstrom
Flicking spume and spray
Five minutes more they will be there
To pluck the two souls
From the realm of deaths door
Alongside now, our resolute braves
Swing out one of their number
Through tumbling waves
There to take the towline
From the orange marvel of hope
The only solution able
Against conditions unstable
The line now taut
From the rescuers stern
To the bow of the rescued
Let’s go for port
With all haste and guile
The tow is the answer
As circumstance prevails
Now for the man down
It’s time to attend
Whilst making for land
Our man is well armed
With knowhow and zest
And aids the crewman
As he knows best
The line holds firm
Now a following sea
All looks surmountable
To win and set free
Those who were close
To an early demise
Beneath close threatening skies
Sure enough, it came to be
All were delivered free
From those hostile seas
Another miracle performed
By heroes this day
For two brothers in arms
A lesson learnt as they walk away
