The Mary Rose was built at Portsmouth between 1509 and 1511 as part of a large build-up of naval force by the new king in the years between 1510 and
Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now- Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow
Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report
The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust
Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt “Awake, all of ye’ ”, Captain Noe forcefully roared “Alive! Awake… all ye’ seamen come quickly up on board”!
The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath
To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate
The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud 'Mary Rose'
The Mary Rose was built between 1509 and 1511 as one of the first ships to fire broadside. After a long and successful career, she sank accidentally during an engagement with the French fleet in 1545. She was rediscovered and raised in 1968.
My version is that The Mary Rose lived her long life, transporting seamen and cargo for over 60 years, until she gracefully retired
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I appreciate so much your terrific comments. It was the 1st time I'd written something of this nature. It was as if it really wrote itself, cuz' I don't know where the words came from...they just did
i don't think i expected such a fiery and steely seafarer's adventure from you but i am now a believer. this poem is relentless in holding one's attention and literally leaves one clinging to the mast for support, right up until the relief and calmness of the happy conclusion. i think this is an incredible write and should definitely be published in hard copy for posterity. well done!
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