LEAVING
Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:02 am
Whether one was leaving from the barracks or from home, I believe every Submariner can identify with my memories in this poem.
LEAVING
My seabag is packed and ready;
It stands stiffly beside the door.
The boat and her crew lie waiting
Off a lonely distant shore;
She yearns to return to deep water
To escape the light of day.
Impatiently, she waits for my return
As men hurry to get underway.
Soon, I'll walk through that door-
For daylight is breaking now-
With seabag on my shoulder,
I'll salute as I cross her brow.
Then she will head north to rejoin the fight
In this silent, cold, cold war.
Roy Mack Bowen
SSBN627 1967 -1971
October 13, 2016
LEAVING
My seabag is packed and ready;
It stands stiffly beside the door.
The boat and her crew lie waiting
Off a lonely distant shore;
She yearns to return to deep water
To escape the light of day.
Impatiently, she waits for my return
As men hurry to get underway.
Soon, I'll walk through that door-
For daylight is breaking now-
With seabag on my shoulder,
I'll salute as I cross her brow.
Then she will head north to rejoin the fight
In this silent, cold, cold war.
Roy Mack Bowen
SSBN627 1967 -1971
October 13, 2016