The great lion led the battle brave;
it's roar to chill our rival's souls.
The King of the North sends sails proud;
black crows to follow - Death's cloud.
A forest razed for naval glory
the Vasa stood her two masts proud.
Enemies to tremble before her wake
Enemies to burn, Earth to shake.
The guns they fire a salute to King
and the fleet sets sail once again,
heroes to return on tomorrow's seas,
the vanquished to fall on trembling knees.
The ship it bows to King and land
and a roar is heard from family ashore
but instead of righting to God's blue sky
the Vasa rolls beneath to die.
Four years to build and miles of rope
sixty-four guns flooded by open ports.
She sank with a saddened breath, a sigh
and salty tears of the families nearby.
Author notes
http://www.vasamuseet.se/InEnglish/about.aspx
The Vasa, a Swedish 17th century ship, sunk minutes after leaving her home harbour.
Oops.
No worries though, the English did the same thing with the Mary Rose.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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had to laugh when reading your notes.
I visited the Vasa museum in Stockholm few years ago. It's a very impressive ship.
I enjoyed the flow and the rhymes in your poem.
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This is excellent from the great lion to the salty teared familys. Its like struggling all the way through. The salute the king aqnd bow to the king. Wow thank you for sharting I enjoyed your poem.
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