Ahoy!! Sailor

INTRODUCTION:

Just a simple poem which tells, how proud I am about what I do for a living. Being part of this very lucrative worldwide trade; we do what we do and do it with a lot of pride and that is very evident in this poem. Yet a simple theme remains that whatever we do still deep down a sailor is a simple family man who misses home & loved ones as the months go by. Some of the work that we do at sea, can indeed get physically, very challenging yet we never complain as if we do they will get a replacement at the blink of an eye. The idea of writing this is to remove the misconception that people have about us sailors, that we are very lucky people, earning pots of cash in US dollars , seeing the world, going to exotic places, travelling, loads of alcohol  etc.. But none really can see what hardships we actually face out there every day and the unforgiving conditions that we are challenged with at all times being out at sea, yet our love for the open oceans and clear skies gets us back no matter how much we try and stay away, the ships we sail upon are a home away from home.   

Ahoy!! Sailor

We are sailors; we’re rugged, able men of the sea,

Braving the oceans to the highest degree,

We’re in on the ebb, were out on the flood,

We’re born upon the sea bed, salt waters in our blood.

We fight the tide, were never aground,

We trample the globe all bulged and round.

We steer the courses: gyro, compass and true,

Under the blanket of skies both: gray and blue.

We respect the oceans; we don’t scatter the oil,

We earn our bread, we slog we toil.

We work by the hour and dance to the clock

We steer past clear of that tall, drying rock.

We fight the current, we split the waves,

We challenge nature, ‘cos we know God saves.

We deliver the goods in every form,

We comply with the laws, codes, and the norm.

In port we run to the nearest phone,

Speak to loved ones ‘cos we are all alone.

Bottle some grog, drown our sorrow,

But were up on time for our watch tomorrow.

We cover our emotions, our tears run dry,

We miss family and home as months go by.

But were sailors, were rugged, mighty men of the sea.

We belong to the ocean that’s second home to me.