Hi Charley If you can recognise this poem from a couple of lines could you please include it on your web site, it is a really great site Charley

We braved the roaring forties as we came around the Cape
Then the trade wind laid her over and she cut a boiling wake
She scudded in the sunlight and beneath the evening star
And then the wide brown land was sighted as she cruised across the bar.

THANKS MATE