By Daniel Moore Kershner
Out to the sea, through the storms, and the night,
Where breakers roll high, and fog dims the sight.
Through dangerous reefs, to the offing below;
Where danger, is calling, The Coast Guard will go.
Out there where the fearfulsome waiting in prayer,
On an in-coming ship; or an out-going there.
Where the shroud of the deep, like the shadowy pall;
Is calling…is calling, where silence is all.
Yet a listening ear, wait the call from the deep,
The Coast Guard covenant, that promise, they keep.
Waiting, and watching, these men do, and dare;
Where Charon, the boatman, is waiting, out there.
These men, they are mortal: of loves, and of fears,
Though sometimes forgotten, in greed of the years.
Yet still they are watching, and guarding the sea;
While making life safer, for you, and for me.
No night ever dark, neither reckoning dawn,
When we should forget: these men, who fight on.
May the Nation we love, place this, on a scroll;
God bless the Coast Guard: these men, with a soul.