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    Default Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    My Uncle died recently. He was a great yachtsman and taught me a huge amount whilst sailing aboard his boat when I was a boy. I want to say a few words at his funeral and would like to find an appropriate poem.
    Does anyone have any suggestions? <span style="color:blue"> </span>

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    John Masefield

    Sea-Fever

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
    Light travels faster than sound this is why some people appear bright until you hear them

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    I'd second Sea Fever, or there's "Parable of Immortality" by Henry Van Dyke

    I am standing upon the seashore.
    A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
    and starts for the blue ocean.
    She is an object of beauty and strength,
    and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
    like a speck of white cloud
    just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
    Then someone at my side says,
    " There she goes! "
    Gone where?
    Gone from my sight . . . that is all.
    She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
    as she was when she left my side
    and just as able to bear her load of living freight
    to the place of destination.
    Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
    And just at the moment
    when someone at my side says,
    " There she goes! "
    there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
    and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .
    " Here she comes! "
    Itis apis spotanda bigon etoo

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    Default Re: Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    Thank you Kilter - Yes, I recall that one now - brought a tear to my eye....

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    Default Re: Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    Not sea related, but appropriate for a funeral..

    "I Have A Rendezvous With Death"

    by Alan Seeger


    I have a rendezvous with Death
    At some disputed barricade,
    When Spring comes back with rustling shade
    And apple-blossoms fill the air—
    I have a rendezvous with Death
    When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

    It may be he shall take my hand
    And lead me into his dark land
    And close my eyes and quench my breath—
    It may be I shall pass him still.
    I have a rendezvous with Death
    On some scarred slope of battered hill
    When Spring comes round again this year
    And the first meadow-flowers appear.

    God knows 'twere better to be deep
    Pillowed in silk and scented down,
    Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
    Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
    Where hushed awakenings are dear...
    But I've a rendezvous with Death
    At midnight in some flaming town,
    When Spring trips north again this year,
    And I to my pledged word am true,
    I shall not fail that rendezvous.

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    This was read at a friends funeral, most people found it very moving.

    Safe Harbor
    Written by Jennifer Hickok
    The storm has been raging for so long now
    Pouring rain, crashing thunder, howling wind
    Beating down on this lonely ship
    Searching for a place to call home

    There was a time; it seems so long ago
    The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky
    Looking up from the bow into forever
    A gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds

    But the storm slowly moved in
    A few scattered showers and thunderstorms
    Days of downpour, flashes of lightning
    With shelter so hard to find

    Rainbows still shone, beacons of hope
    In the unlikeliest places
    Vibrant against a backdrop of gray
    A glimpse at the best of times

    As the years passed by
    The storms changed, getting worse
    Getting better, and fading away
    But they’d left their mark

    A vessel is forever changed
    When touched that way
    And although you can rebuild
    The damage has been done

    Horrible storms had been forecast
    For the not so distant future
    But they wouldn’t hit this ship
    Not again, no more damage would be done

    The ship will be protected now
    Lost no more, tossed about no longer
    Safe in a harbor to forever call home

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    Default Re: Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    How about Tennyson's Crossing the Bar which might be appropriate if he was a mariner and also someone who believed he would meet his maker....

    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
    When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again for home.

    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness or farewell,
    When I embark;

    For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar

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    Default Re: Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    [ QUOTE ]
    Tennyson's Crossing the Bar

    [/ QUOTE ]

    I read this at my father's funeral - yachtsman and RN officer
    JJ
    Make mine a double

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    Default Re: Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    As a life long fan of Masefield, i'd have to go with Kilter's suggestion, but 'parable of immortality' always brings a tear to my eye.... its a beautiful poem.

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    Default Re: Poem for a yachtsman\'s funeral

    I like this one too, although not overtly boaty

    The West Wind


    John Masefiled


    It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
    I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
    For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills,
    And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.

    It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,
    Apple orchards blossom there, and the air's like wine.
    There is cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest,
    And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest.

    "Will you not come home, brother? You have been long away.
    It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray;
    And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain,
    Will you not come in, brother, home to us again?

    Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat,
    So will ye not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet?
    I've a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes,"
    Says the warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

    It's the white road westwards is the road I must tread
    To the green grass, the cool grass, and rest for heart and head,
    To the violets and the brown brooks and the thrushes' song,
    In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong.

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