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Life Memories Poetry Sailing Sea

Out to Sea

Sail

Salford, 6th July 2017

 

A reminiscence

Out on the great waters of the Irish sea

Seventy two feet of ocean going vessel

designed by a master boatman

 

Water moving over the hull of the ship

together moving sails to continue the trip

following course – given by the skipper

adventures i’d dreamt of when i were a nipper

 

Eight novice shipmates with Four Able crew

visiting harbours – some old, and new

steering a course , to places ahead

reaching the dock – before heading for bed

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Acrostic Myths Sailing Tale

Treasure

Treasure

Taken from merchant ships, by

Rascals of the seven seas

Every pirate worth their salty sea legs

Admires the prize of jewels, silver and gold doubloons

Some keep their precious horde hidden

Under tropical sands , deserted shores – only

Revealed many moons later by a younger

Explorer, following the pirates charts and maps

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Poetry Sailing

Shipwrecked V.2

Shipwrecked V.2

A piece of poetry entered on allpoetry.com

thought i’d share
The ship and its cargo
went west by sea
commissioned to embargo
privateers booty
Across the vast blue seas it went,
on the mission its owner had sent
battles aplenty on way to the shore
cannons firing from starboard and more
But then time did come – fate dealt her hand
and captain of ship did not know what was planned
as wind turned around, pushed ship way off its course
and captain yelled orders until he was hoarse
The wind played its part in this true sorry tale
as sails pulled ship westward – “Land Ahoy!” crew did hail
but instead of pulling ship, to nearest dock
it made it collide with a gigantic rock
The ship it did limp – into a cove
and locals there living – did yell – “well by jove”
as they gave board and lodgings to captain and crew
who paid with the cargo – for their bedding and brews.And as for the ship – in its sorriest state
It lay beached in the sand – whilst for repair it did wait

but time it moved on – and the sea did move in
who it buried in the sand of the cove for its kin.

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Acrostic Poetry Sailing

Storm

Storm

Sent to put fear up the most hardy of crewmen

The wind and rain combine to create an almighty concoction

Onward gales gather in the sheets of a ships sails

Raging waves collide against the hull

Maybe, it wasn’t so wise to set sail tonight after all.

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Growing up Memories Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Sailing

Sailing into the Unknown

GMC

In response to the prompt – https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/voyage/

A tale of youngsters on the ocean wave

I came across the Ocean Youth Club quite by chance.  I was helping out at my local parish church, St Josephs RC in Salford when the opportunity came about – provided by the RC Church and centre in the heart of Trafford Park

The crew consisted of Two trainees from the Cereal Factory (Kelloggs), Two from the Printworks and Four from various schools in the area.

I was filling in as the Trainee from St Anthony’s couldn’t attend – and so became part of the crew of the Greater Manchester Challenge – A 72 Foot Long Ketch – with Red Sails.

The one condition laid down by the skipper – because of my balance – if I could manage to climb into the Challenge – I was in.  Surprisingly – I did it.

I’d been on ferry boats before on the Irish sea to Dublin – and managed quite well, but it took a day or so to find my sea legs, The first days were ok as we took our positions and went down the North wales coast, the skipper put me on galley duties after a particularly choppy section out of Amlych heading toward the Isle of Man – the waves were playing havoc with my balance – but the second section was much better after my feet touched the Manx headland at peel…I did a papal stretch as I got at the quayside..My Miracle cure? – Burnt toast and Melted Butter.

As my confidence grew I helped lift the Mainsail with other members of the crew.

The hands looking after us on the boat were grateful for my knotting skills as we landed in Peel Harbour – I’d help lift the sails and tie booms to the side of the boat

Upon leaving Peel the challenge crew headed out across the second half of the Irish sea for Northern Ireland, where we were escorted part way by members of the border patrol out on duty.

When we got to Strangford Lough, there were clear skies and some lovely tranquil waters.

Another on deck lunch and a look round Strangford before night hit and we headed back across the Irish sea towards our final homeward destination – the North west welsh port of Holyhead.

We would go on this stretch by night and day to reach the port and was a really good way of finishing the expedition.  By the end of the voyage and landing at Holyhead we’d navigated 253 Nautical miles around the Irish sea and faced a Maximum wind speed of 7

Definitely do it again – given the chance, and an adventure well worth taking part in.

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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Sailing Sports

I must go down to the sea….

In response to the daily post challenge –

Quote Me

Sailboats, Ontario Basin, Salford Quays (BFK 2016)

I must go down to the sea again

the lonely sea and sky

I left my socks and shoes there

I Wonder if they’re dry ?

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again Poem by Spike MilliganSpike Milligan created this poem from an original piece called “Sea Fever” by John Masefield.  “Sea Fever” is all about being out at sea.  Whereas Spike’s take on the poem brings memories of playing on the Northern seafront at Blackpool or Morecambe, when we used to go to the seaside at weekends.

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I was fortunate to actually go on an Ocean going craft when in 1996 – just after I graduated with an HND from Manchester Metropolitan University – as a member of the crew of the Greater Manchester Challenge (pictured) that year. We travelled around the Irish sea – starting at the North wales port of Port Dinorwic and visiting the Isle of Man and Northern Ireland before landing back in North Wales at Holyhead.  In total the crew of seven travelled 253 Nautical Miles and crossed the seas in a Maximum wind of Force 7.

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Acrostic Sailing

Iceberg

In arctic waters

Captains of mighty trawlers

Expect Trouble – so upon sight they

Beckon each and

Every Man on board to

Resist the perilous demon of the ice, or

Go to the lifeboats