As the ship rocked and rolled in the swell,
Of sailors courage, the shanty songs would tell.
What fate which ebbed closer would they meet?
To Davy Jones locker was only 5 feet.
Just then the waves broke over the bridge,
And to the port stood a lighthouse on a ridge.
Flashing its light on the danger ahead,
An Ensign got the Captain out of bed.
Valiantly he urged the ships rudder to turn,
As coal was shoveled into the boilers to burn.
But as she wallowed in her now impending doom,
Onto the rocks her fate now did loom.
The men fought to turn her away,
But success escaped them as did another day.
Not once nor twice but thrice they urged,
To no avail towards the rocks the ship surged.
Devoid of hope and of families now to dream,
They listened in horror to the ships dying scream.
With the force of the sea onto the rocks she ploughed,
This once mighty tanker of oil was endowed.
Lashed by the waves she rolled onto her side,
And all the brave men at their stations had died.
Remembered forever on a cenotaph by the sea,
Not forgotten in song by sailors like me.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Darren Paul.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?