Pearl Harbor

Stand atop the mast, and gaze upon the harbor
It has seen many come and go on its water
First, men in tall ships of wood and wind filled arbor
Then came the dreadnaughts, along the piers they gather

Look to the west, and Ford Island stands there alone
Along her shore, lie the bodies of ships and men
The Arizona, a coffin stripped to the bone
Upon its decks, the crew will never tread again

Gazing back into the drink, the sea creatures play
The jellyfish and stingrays are abundant there
The occasional hammerhead often will stray
Small boats, tracking on various courses they fare

A bustling harbor of the living, and long dead
Pearl, and its memories fill my proud old grey head

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

Author's Note: Sailor's Sonnet Series