Remembering the Fallen
Lost Harbor
There is a port of no return,
where ships may ride at anchor for a little space.
And then, some starless night, the cable slips,
leaving an eddy at the mooring place...
Gulls, veer no longer. Sailor, rest your oar.
No tangled wreckage will be washed ashore.
--Leslie Nelson Jennings
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Goodbye dear friend and
shipmate.
May you rest in peace...
Sailor rest your oar...
* From journal of R. Modell and my personal
remembrance.