Waving Girl Poem

 

THE WAVING GIRL

 

There were many girls when I sailed the seas,

How many I now forget.
But the girl I remember most of all
Is the girl I never met.

I saw her first after months at sea,

When our ship had crossed the bar
She stood there on the light-house deck
A vision viewed from afar.
 

Then she waved a scarf or bandana,

Her faithful dog at her knee,
And I a home-sick sailor felt
Her welcome was just for me.
 

For years I sailed in and out that port

and she was always there
With a scarf by day and a lamp by night
To show to really did care.

 

Yes, there were many girls in many ports,

Some fair, some not, and yet
The girl I remember most of all
Is the girl I never met.

                          Edward T. Brennan, Poet Laureate,

                          Hibernian Society of Savannah