Harold C. Babson
All hands on deck,
skipping the bonds of land
to embrace the sea.
Port to starboard,
Terrebonne rolls adroitly,
tap dancing digestive tolls.
Men of courage and firm resolve
imprint its deck and each alcove.
Engagements met, lives on the line,
mirror victory as anodyne.
Amphibious landings on far away shores,
intentions nudging crafts’ bow doors.
Ecclesiastical – in it’s name,
seeking truth rather than fame.
As her crew serves anonymous,
her strengths emerge eponymous.
Housing heroes for the ages,
devoted unflinchingly to freedom’s gauges.
Both men and ship standing as saviors
of the American dream,
remain as rays of light in darkness’s stream.
Bath, Maine to Barcelona, Spain,
memories “piped over the side”,
“T” bone lives again.
All hands on deck,
skipping the bonds of sea
to embrace the land.