SAIL WE THE BLACK SEA
by David
D. Hambleton
August,
2001
Sail we the Black Sea, oh,
good ship and crew
SIXTH
Fleet and LaSalle and Helo Det
Two.
Six August left we the old Roman beach
Gaeta, our Tyrrenean coastal
retreat
Long will each crewmember
be able to tell
Of the Millenial
ventures of the Mighty Fighting "L"
Round the Italian boot did
we steam
Along azure Aegean Isles
like a dream
Up the Dardanelle's inlet
into old Istanbul
Where of mosques and of
harems we discovered the full
Mystical and lovely was
this old Crusaders grail
Where now Kebabs and
carpets are most reasonably for sale
The market, it was busy
and the soccer was intense
As Asia beat out Europe,
in an intra-city sense
Then up through the Bosporous straits did we ride
To show
off our best, America's pride.
Courting Cold-War
counterparts in old Novorossiysk
We once trained to shoot
one-another; tisk, tisk.
We were met by a brass
band and polite company
Russians anxiously
a-waiting, Americans to see.
Friendly and courteous and
eager were they
Like us, to keep any old
animosity at bay
Shopping was not rich by
capitalist standard
But the people, they were
lovely, they could not be slandered
Social life centered in
some tree-lined avenues
Whose restaurants and bars
brought lovely reviews
A gala affair was the
reception held onboard
The best of the best for
our hosts good reward
Friends made, a cup
shared, and away went we to sea
For afloat gunnery
exercise with our old enemy
Then off to Crimea on
quiet overnight run
Watching Horatio Hornblower have a little fun
Twenty-one guns we did
fire and such was returned
As entering Sevastopol we
certainly were not spurned
The old Ukrain port was as polished as any ever
And their band lobbed
salvos of music; how clever!
SIXTH Fleet returned to
them tunes, note-for-note
(Once they were called and
assembled on our boat.)
The city was delightful
and the people were the best
A-schmoozing we went with
the party on our deck
To thank our newfound
friends, our differences to wreck
We bought many military
memorabilia things
From terribler
times past, of harsher happenings
Gotten also were paintings
and eggs and stacked dolls
And
cuisine's finest offerings along quaint harbor walls.
Sailing after swift sweet
visit we headed west again
To the eastern limit of
ancient Rome's domain
Constanta, Romania was our next most-gracious host
Where found we
Transylvania, and the Count of Dracul's ghost
Another band, another
crowd, it almost seemed old hat
Oh, humbly recall the
honor, whenever you think like that.
A visit to a children's
hospice we shall not soon forget
To make a gross
understatement, I'll say we were well met
A smile shared, a gift
given, hearts were touched indeed
But as for those hapless
children, they filled our deep need
The shopping fine, the
people great, a great time had we all
Who ventured to the beach
or town, or up and down the mall
Another tour, another
schmooze, another lapel pin in place
We are getting pretty good
at showing our smiling face
Then off again we answered
bells and sailed on down the coast
To lovely and charming Varna, of which Bulgarians well boast.
The beaches here were
world-class, long and clean and fun
With lots of beauteous
tourists, soaking up the sun
The city is a sailor's
dream with drinks and shops and dinners
All priced well enough to
make broke men feel like winners.
Alas and joy, here we
threw the last of our Black Sea Schmoozes
Take down the Big Top;
hurry folks, before the ship she cruises!
As off we go to south
again to slip the Bosporous Strait
And leave behind this
amazing Sea, through Turkey's natural gate.