The Ship

by David G Dickenson

O, ship of dreams thy fate foretold
Conquering waves with speed so bold
Mighty and brash your stature stands
Hoping to sail to foreign lands

None could foretell your future this night
In April so clear and cold, by moonlight
Steaming ahead at full speed did advance
Like a great iron juggernaut heading west in a trance

Out of the darkness looming so grey
The ice blue monolith barring your way
A steel hard iceberg floating ahead
Before morning was light most would be dead

O labrador thy sting did inflict
Iceberg warnings on Smith he didn't predict
Tried in vain an order to give
So his ship could survive and hopefully live

But alas his heart hung heavy and sad
The damage below was unrepairably bad
Rockets flew skyward for rescue set free
Telling the world their fate on the sea

Misfortune ahead for men was foretold
Women and children the lifeboats would hold
Only enough for them to survive
Before the ship to the depths would dive

Many perished this cold dark night
The ship had gone with one last fight
To the silent depths it dove with might
Two miles down and out of sight

The story told once more is true
The white star liner her story grew
Of beauty and grace upon the Atlantic
The unforgettable view of the SS "Titanic"