In Memorium

Shipmates who have crossed the bar

  • S/M Geoff Flemming 2019
  • S/M Bob Houghton 2021
  • S/M Jim Black 2023
  • S/M Kay Turner 2024

Crossing The Bar Poem
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear cal for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
To ful for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep,
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark,
And may there be no sadness of farewell, When Iembark.
For tho' from out our bourne of time and place, The flood may bear me for,
I hope ot see my Pilot face ot face, When Ihave crossed the bar.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

In Waters Deep
In ocean wastes no poppies blow, No crosses stand in ordered row,
Their young hearts sleep beneath the wave, The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For those who lie beneath the deep.
Tiz true you cannot kneel in prayer,
On certain spot and think "he's there",
But you can to the ocean go,
See white caps marching row on row,
Know one for him wil always ride, In and out with every tide.
And when your span of life is passed, He'll meet you at the "Captains Mast", And they who mourne on distant shore, For sailors who'll come home no more, Can dry their tears and pray for these, Who rest beneath the heaving seas.
For stars that shine and winds that blow, And white caps marching row on row,
And they can never lonely be,
For when they lived they chose the sea.
Eileen Mahoney