A massive
effort, world at war,
Nations
fought to save,
The conquered peoples,
Of Hitler’s
hate.
Ships were
needed,
To carry the
brave,
To haul
supplies,
To liberate.
Many were
built ,
Of simple
design,
Lightly
armed,
They carried
hope.
One among
them,
Late to the
fray,
Brave SS
Waycross,
Plied her
way.
Peace
restored,
Ships were
stored,
But not this
one,
This solid
work.
She toiled
long,
Crossing
many seas,
Using many
names,
She proved
her worth.
Until
finally age,
Caught up
with her,
And one last
voyage,
She did make.
To a distant
shore,
In Pakistan,
Where she
gave her all,
One last
time.
Clint Bowman
April 2015
(Author’s note: The SS
Waycross Victory 840 was launched in July, 1945, She met her end at a scrap
yard on the coast of Pakistan in 1975 at a place called Gadani Beach. Prior to
that end, she sailed the world’s seas hauling various types of cargo after
being sold in 1946 by the US government. )
