by W. D. Bonner
I stand at the end of the old pier,
at the waters so deep and clear.
my mind I see the trials of the years,
I recall all of those so dear,
calls to duty in two foreign wars.
those buddies downing that last beer,
the roll and pitch of the mighty ship,
ship they called "The Mighty 'E'astwind",
two twin five inch cannons fore and aft,
failed in their duty the battle to win.
that great lady of the Seven Seas,
plowed her last voyage in a breeze,
her guns are gone, their turrets too.
generators, engines and motors ceased,
is so hard to see her cold and bare!
she stands by me, tied to the pier,
are both old, rusty, and too proud
shed a single tear,
complain of life's hard clout
we both approach life's final bout.
her majestic features and fine steel,
now headed for the Gillette razor factory.
she will again be as sharp steel,
the beards as she did the polar ice,
and clean with each slice.
polar ice fields, she served her purpose well,
battle she always reigned supreme.
the reason for all life, to be honest and true,
pray this account of "The Mighty 'E'astwind"
live on forever in our dreams.
An Eastwind Reunion is planned for May 2004 in Laughlin, Nevada. Contact Warren Bonner for further details.
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