Sing Along To The Song Of The Sea Poem by C Richard Miles

Sing Along To The Song Of The Sea



Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the wash of white, wild weather’s wave,
As it gushes galore
Onto strand’s silver shore,
Like a ghost from a galleon’s grave.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the shout of coarse cannon’s rough roar
That rang round Britain’s bays
In Drake’s drum’s finest days,
When England and Spain went to war.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the piping aboard of massed men,
As brave sailors set sail,
Swearing never to fail
If England is threatened again.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the murmur of muttering crew
Who sent cruel Captain Bligh
All adrift ’neath the sky,
As the Bounty retreated from view.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the hovering hum of the heat
In the eye that is formed
In a tropical storm
As it seems to have paused for a sleep.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the pitter and patter of rain,
Which refuses to stop
Until every last drop
Is returned with its might to the main.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the thrash of the threatening tide,
As it rushes, so rough,
In great gales from the gulf,
Fetching flotsam along for the ride.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the moan of a shuddering mast,
As it bends in the gale,
Which hopes it will fail
In the force of its battering blast.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the clap of loud thunder’s harsh crack,
As lighting tongues flick
To the sea, for a lick,
Since it’s salt, they withdraw and pull back.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the creak of strained rigging and ropes
In the teeth of a storm,
When the crew, all forlorn,
Wish they won’t wash away, like their hopes.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the roar of the rocks on rough reef,
As they cruelly bite
And hole hulls, in dark night,
Of lost, passing ships, with sharp teeth.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the slop of salt sea round the wreck,
Where inquisitive fish
Look around, in the wish
For a new site to dwell on the deck.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the deafening foghorn’s retort
As it warns sightless ships
To beware of chalk cliffs
As they peer for safe passage to port.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the sweet splash of fleet, flying fish,
As they leap, like gazelles,
From storm-driven swells
To fly like a bird, when they wish.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the popping of burst bladderwrack,
As beachcombers’ bare feet
Trample fronds, as they seek
For treasure to stow in their sack.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the lolloping lash of the swell,
As it slaps painted planks
Of the quay, by whose banks
Light pleasurecraft stay for a spell.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the bash of brash breakers that ride,
Like an unseated horse
Runs along on the course,
Leaving stragglers to sink in the tide.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the roll of rash, rollicking race:
That current so strong,
As it tears all along
With a menacing leer on its face.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the cry and crude call of gruff gulls,
As they squabble and squawk,
Fighting, fierce as a hawk,
For fine flat-bellied fish of their culls.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the clamouring crash of the surf
As it breaks, crisply white
Like a fountain of light,
Mixing water for all that it’s worth.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the bubbling froth of flecked foam,
As it sinks in soft sand
With no wave of its hand,
As it fritters away and is gone.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the swish of sharp shingle at play,
When the backwash returns
To the ocean, which yearns
To smuggle the pebbles away.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the whispering sift of whipped sand
Brushed along by the breeze
From the stormy salt seas
To drift and build dunes on the land.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the lilt of flat calm’s lullaby,
When the surface is stilled
And the silence is filled
With an echoing hush from sheer sky.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the billowing breath of light breeze,
Which the spinnaker caught
To return us to port,
Where we disembarked at our ease.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
In the swing of a sea-shanty’s cheer,
We ex-mariners croon
In the smoky back room
Of the inn, with tobacco and beer.

Sing along, sing along to the song of the sea
But the quiet of night is the best,
When the lighthouse can keep
Silent watch, not to sleep,
So sailors, safe, slumber and rest.

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