The success gained in and of life is in our ability to learn from mistakes. This poem is a tribute to a fine and wonderful lady and to the men and women who serve her and make her grand. A work in progress that will be complete only when there is nothing more to write.
Her history,
written on heaven high,
by every sailor,
who suffered and died,
their inheritance,
to every sailor alive,
guard liberty,
nurture with pride,
represent her principles,
worldwide
Her standards,
shimmering gold,
and deep blue,
her sailors are mighty,
her colors are true
Her pride is in ships,
they rule the seas,
her mission,
one purpose,
to keep us free
She rides quietly, scanning the deep,
in tandum,
with her sister,
the silent fleet
With nary a shudder,
she displays her might,
with powerful guns,
echoing,
into the night
Her birds,
rule the air,
with majesty and grace,
they stand ready,
for whatever,
they face
When going ashore,
she calls upon her Corps,
the toughest,
the meanest,
on any shore,
when ordered to war,
they fear no regime,
the pride of the nation,
the fearless Marines
Though not all,
is perfect,
in her wake,
her sailors,
and marines,
have what it takes,
she holds,
her banner high,
still first rate, she is a lady,
she learns,
from mistakes
So give her the salute,
she so richly deserves,
she is your Navy,
to protect,
and to serve
Mac
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Written December 16th, 2004
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