When on the lonely midnight watch and gazing out to sea,
Thoughts of you waft through my mind, gossamer like, floating free.
And though we are oceans apart and urgent duties beckon me,
I can simply close my eyes and pleasantly dream of thee.
We've been at sea seven months visiting mysterious ports of call.
We've had our rigging rent by many a ferocious squall.
Though our Man O' War may be tossed about by billowing foam,
I am ever comforted when I close my eyes and dream of home.
We've borne the brutal battle midst furious shot and shell.
The terrible stench and gore of war I know all too well.
My earnest prayer is that I survive never more to roam,
And hold you in my arms to fulfill that dream of coming home!
Robert L. Hinshaw served 30 years in the Air Force retiring in 1978 in the grade of Chief Master Sergeant. He began writing poetry in 2002 at age 72 and has composed over 1100 poems.