In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
There young hearts sleep… beneath the wave…
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. “He’s there.”
But you can to the ocean go…
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride…
In and out… with every tide….
Sunday Sayings and an extract from ©2001 Eileen Mahoney’s poem for this Remembrance Sunday and the Naval Memorial at Plymouth Hoe to commemorate more than 7,000 sailors of the First World War and almost 16,000 from the Second World War
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