Of stormy sea will you rage for me
by Beulagh Bromley
And quench the fires ignited
The ebbing tide removes the pain
And I am left delighted.
Fortune smiles once more for me
In the form of a golden honey bee
Working hard and industriously
Now use your sting and set me free.
A gallant death, a soldiers end
Letters from a distant friend.
A combination of pain and pleasure
A collection of memories for all to treasure.