For those in peril

The maroons were heard in the dark hours of night
Rain lashed, wind roared, the storm at its height
Men roused from warm beds, no need to be told
That lives were in peril on a sea cruel and cold

Inside the boat house the lifeboat was ready
With her crew, hearts afraid but hands strong and steady
The horizon pitch black, no lights guided her way
As she headed down the slip and launched into the bay

She battled the waves, her bow pitched and tossed
Searching on through the sea for a fishing boat lost
At last into view, when they’d almost given up hope
They called ‘lifeboat men close’ and cast over a rope

Frozen hands caught the lifeline and they pulled alongside
The boat was secured despite the dangerous high tide
And as the storm passed over they turned toward land
To their families waiting, gathered down on the sand

No heroes welcome for those brave men that night
As they brought their boat home by dawn’s early light
But to the families of lifeboat men, they’ll always be
Heroes who save sailors in peril on our stormy sea

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This poem reads very ‘personnel’ and in that it conveys much…. fragile and obvious in it’s tone.


A scouse Geordie I shake your hand and say welcome. Loved your poem and as a friend of mine is doing a sky dive for funds for these brave selfliss men the poem rang true and appropraite at this time. Well done you.