Alan Langston: 29 June 1928 - 20 May 2007

With love we remember.

Poem written by Richard Langston:

On The Blue Wharf
(A J Langston 1928 - 2007)

Our father is a ship
sailing in rough seas,
the hospital floor is a swaying deck,
he lists with pills.

He remembers rounding
Cape Horn
on a troop ship when there was War,
a gangly kid
in a fire-proof bunk.

The death-spikes of the floating mines.

He wishes now
for a ship's skin of iron
and slaps at flies
he imagines on his arms.

That's the heat of Egypt
in a dream from which
he is roused in his hospital bed
60 years later.

Our father
in the mountainous seas,
down the other side and then home
for good.

For a girl ashore---
tiller, compass, heart.

Our father is a ship
in rough seas
and all hands
all hands on land
must let him slip away.

Our father is a lone boat
sailing a white sail
a lone sailor
far from any shore.
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