by Roger D. Bernier

Created on: June 08, 2009

No carronade to celebrate,

No band to welcome home.

Tattered shreds are all that remain,

Of sails that once billowed bold.

A single ensign of surrender with vengeance,

To teeth of ivory 'neath the churning foam,

Mighty Columbia's gaping mouth,

Consuming lookouts in her loam.

No wake or spars to tell the tale,

No lass to greet the sailor weary.

One battered corpse is all that remains,

To tell blunt tales of swaggering men,

Who conquered an ocean's tempest crest,

And bravely crossed the bar.

No carronade to celebrate,

No band to welcome home.

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