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  1. Are there any gool Royal Navy poems?? searched on the net and found a few just wondering if theres any more!!

    The news comes pouring as she runs from school.
    'We made some cakes. There's fifteen pence to pay.
    We had an awful dinner. It was yuk!
    I got a star in history today.

    You know that girl with glasses and long hair.
    Who said this year they're going to Italy?
    They won't be going now. She's been away.
    Her Dad was on the Sheffield. What's for tea?'

    Margaret Hothi

    Alfred, Lord Tennyson

    I'm not copying it out as I have to be at work at eight tomorrow!
  4. Very good although also very sad poem, thankyou for posting.
  5. You're welcome.

    Just as a matter of interest, why did you ask?

    I ask that because it's from a book I bought ages ago - 'Echoes of War' by Robert Giddings. The book has sat on my bookshelf looking all 'intellectual' but I've recently started a more formal approach to history and my foundation studies included poetry - something I would not have given a moments thought to at the beginning of the year.

    If it's general military/war poetry and prose you want to read I recommend it.
  6. Another fine poem, thanks for posting, really hits the spot very very sad!

    I've always liked poetry and in particular war poetry, but there seems to be plenty of army related poems but not so many RN poems so i thought I'd ask here!! I will keep an eye out for the book you mention
  7. Try reading some of Charles Causley's WW2 poetry. He was a PO during the war. UA is also a good poet!
  8. Rudyard Kipling wrote a few Naval Poems, "Minesweepers" etc these are often overlooked in defference to his other popular poems.
    Shep Wooley used to recite one at the C minus 1 club in Haslar. He was kind enough to forward me a copy. Posted below.

    The Box by Lascelles Abercrombie
    Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
    Around about the wondrous days of yore,
    They came across a kind of box
    Bound up with chains and locked with locks
    And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."
    A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout
    And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before.
    Don't fiddle with this deadly box,Or break the chains, or pick the locks.
    And please don't ever play about with war.
    The children understood. Children happen to be good
    And they were just as good around the time of yore.
    They didn't try to pick the locksOr break into that deadly box.
    They never tried to play about with war.
    Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither
    'Cause they were quiet, and sweet, and pretty
    In those wondrous days of yore.
    Well, very much the same as now,
    And not the ones to blame somehow
    For opening up that deadly box of war.
    But someone did. Someone battered in the lid
    And spilled the insides out across the floor.
    A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags
    And all the tears, and horror, and death that comes with war.
    It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
    Bumping into everything in store.And what was sad and most unfair
    Was that it didn't really seem to care
    Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
    It bumped the children mainly. And I'll tell you this quite plainly,
    It bumps them every day and more, and more,
    And leaves them dead, and burned, and dying
    Thousands of them sick and crying.
    'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.
    Now there's a way to stop the ball. It isn't difficult at all.
    All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure
    That we can get it back into the box,And bind the chains, and lock the locks.
    But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
    Well, that's the way it all appears, 'cause it's been bouncing round
    for years and years
    In spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore
    And the time they came across the box,
    Bound up with chains and locked with locks,
    And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."
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