(September 2014)

Format: Triple

“Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
With England’s own coal, up and down the salt seas? ”
“We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese.”


This is from “Big Steamers” (1911)

To blow things to bits is our business (and Fritz’s),
Which means there are mine-fields wherever you stroll.
Unless you’ve particular wish to die quick, you’ll
avoid steering close to the North Sea Patrol.


This is from “The North Sea Patrol”

Dawn off the Foreland – the young flood making
Jumbled and short and steep –
Black in the hollows and bright where it’s breaking –
Awkward water to sweep.


This is from “Minesweepers”