Throw roses on the sea where the dead went down.
The roses speak to the sea,
And the sea to the dead.
Throw roses, O lovers–
Let the leaves wash on the salt in the sun.
Carl Sandberg
(1878-1967)
Skip to content
Gardening in a Gale
Croft Garden 
What a poignant poem, Chris, by another poet I have not come across before and will now need to go and find out more about. Hope your mainland sojourn is going well.
This was for my Dad who served on the North Atlantic convoys, for those of his friends who not survive and all those lost at sea.
Even more poignant then