For Jack Lytton - brother-in-law - who has just signed off this life to chart the great unknown.


It's the tang of the spray

On a bright summer's day

When you're carried along by the breeze.

It's the bite of the wind

When your face feels skinned,

Salted by cold winter seas.


It's the spin of the wheel

And the smoothness of steel,

Beneath the spread of white sail.

It's the dip of the prow

Of a rocking-horse bow

Nodding its way through the gale.


It's the storm...then the balm

Of the following calm,

Peace coming after the thrill.

It's the skill improvised

And the dreams realised -

Adventure is beckoning still.



UNTIL I SAW YOUR FACE - a love song lyric ►


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Anthony Emmerson

Sun 29th Apr 2012 14:25


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Robert Mann

Wed 25th Apr 2012 16:42

A moving tribute, beautifully written.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 25th Apr 2012 12:39

Jack's wife Eve would be so pleased and grateful for the kindness of the comments from
you all. Many thanks.
J.C. Wasn't that composer called
"Catchascatchcan" (in Russian)?! :-)
Coincidentally, when in Dartmouth once, we saw
some scenes from "The Onedin Line" being filmed.
Their ship "Charlotte Rhodes" was moored against the Kingswear pontoon opposite, with a
huge fan and hoses creating a storm scene for
the show. Very impressive!

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Yvonne Brunton

Wed 25th Apr 2012 01:32

A wonderful poem, so uplifting in a time of sorrow.A perfect tribute. XX

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John Coopey

Tue 24th Apr 2012 23:44

Marvellous, MC. I can hear Khatchach, Kacht, Kactha, Kattaturina,
The Onedin Line playing in the background.

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Tue 24th Apr 2012 21:49


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Tom Harding

Tue 24th Apr 2012 20:28

I agree with the others- i enjoyed the movement here- i can almost hear the accompanying guitar chords.

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Lynn Dye

Tue 24th Apr 2012 16:39

Superb poem, MC, really enjoyed it, and a very fitting tribute. x

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 24th Apr 2012 13:50

Thanks to you all for the kind comments. Jack
had a love of the sea in younger days. These
lines are a memorial to that time - and one
particular holiday when we sailed from
Lymington to Dartmouth, Devon - and back.
I recall that "pass the bucket" was routinely

stella jones

Tue 24th Apr 2012 13:19

This is such an uplifting tribute MC..very spiritual and I loved it. :)

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Val Cook

Tue 24th Apr 2012 06:20

I can almost taste the salty sea and the rush of the wind in my hair.
I love your poem and I am sure your family will cherish this elegy to your brother in law Jack..well done x

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Harry O'Neill

Tue 24th Apr 2012 00:08

Very appropriate memorial, M.C. (Beautifully finished off)

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