Thomas Vaughan Jones
Thomas Vaughan Jones Poems
- An Old Sailor's Prayer Bring on the Pilot, cast off the ...
- Forty Seven Years We met in nineteen fifty five and never ...
- An Old Love Viewed By Candleli... That flicker finds the ...
- Uncle Henry Uncle Henry, in a corner, sleeping by the ...
- Is There Anybody Out There Space! The final frontier where ...
- The Male Chauvinist Parrot Percy the Parrot, so pompous and ...
- The Fall Of Julius Caesar Once, when the world was filled ...
Thomas Vaughan Jones was born in Liverpool, is indisputably Celtic and has those characteristics which include a deep sense of melancholy (hiraeth) for the land of his fathers, and a sense of humour which prevents him writing anything even remotely serious. Unless of course, he is discussing Love or Death, which is an entirely different matter.
Tom began his adult career as a professional soldier in the British Army on the Rhine, where he became a regimental signal instructor and fell in love with countless Aryan maidens. After a fairly short military career, it was a logical step to become a Firefighter, where in the course of thirty years he rose to the rank of Supervisory ... more »
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An Old Sailor's Prayer
Bring on the Pilot, cast off the lines,
wait for the flooding tide.
Haul up the anchor, lay off the shore,
open the topsails wide.
Make fast the hatches, cargo secure,
close up the wind to lea;
Slide from the harbour, let out the log.
make for the open sea.
Hold tight the rigging, stand by the bridge,
ride on the surging foam,
until the vessel, voyage completed,
turns again, bound for home.
I am the vessel, mine is that ship,
buffeting through Life's gales.
Hope is the steerage, Faith is the hull,
charity firms my ...