There are those sounds heard in the fog
That to my mind do give a jog
Returning me to the high cliffs
O’erlooking down upon the ships
When youth did rule my growing years
As World War Two increased my fears.
I heard the buoys’ bells awake
Midst all the noises shipyards make
The fog was thick, the air intense
While all around signs of defense.
It was that time too many knew
When all our hopes seemed overdue
Though in the end our loss was great
Peace came at last and not too late !
Long ago far across the seas
There lived a man, a Genovese
Christopher Columbus by name
Whose quest earned him forever fame.
He traveled o’er the ocean waves
To visit harbors, coves and caves
And finally he came to rest
Among the islands of the west.
His goal to seek another way
To bring back spices of the day
Now how did he achieve all that
Since he’d been told the world was flat ?
Though not the first his goal was true
Seems now tis time to say thank you
He had the grit and fortitude
We all owe him great gratitude !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 