The Telegraphists Last Message (Dedicated
to Nonie)
by Christopher H.Peake
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I can see the ribble of the waves through the
yellow of the gorse
And my mind floats o’er the seas to telegraphists
using morse.
The snapshot was taken in Wexford on a sunny winter day
Whilst I am viewing it my mind is far away
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I am thinking of the telegraphist of The Titanic
of course
Whilst looking at the snapshot of the yellow of
the gorse.
He sent out his last signals. It was all that he could do
Whilst the passengers were being tended to by
members of the crew.
There were some Wexford people on board that mighty
ocean liner, Belfast built, designed by Andrews, there was not
a vessel finer.
The telegraphist sent his messages, others heard his morse
I imagine I can hear it too as the wind blows
through the Wexford gorse.
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