Convoy ON47


Convoy ON47
Clouds scud by

Like an Atlantic convoy

In the sky;

But, without the threat of U-Boats to keep them watchful.
The blue sky itself 

Reflects of the cold, cruel sea

Which it has seen often;

And which it here emulates upon high. 
The bigger, slower clouds

Consider the agility of their diminutive cousins;

As they, themselves, ponderously plod across the heavens.
The purpose they have is not of our knowledge;

But, we can be sure that they know where it is

That they are headed toward;

And, as always, ‘they’ shall make their destination safely.

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