This is the second poem Erica.

If you like I will have a go at the 1st one tomorrow.

A man has fall’n, as I’ve heard say

At Fullethy mill, not far away;

It caused his death I understand,

I hope he’s now at God’s right hand –

This man had clim’d the sails that night

Tho cloth was wrong, he tried to right;

The wind blew strong, the night was cold,

By means unknown he lost his hold.

His friends in search with sorrow found

Poor Johnson lying on the ground,

He fell so fatal, beyond restore;

On earth, poor man, he’s seen no more.

The wind doth blow where God doth list,

The stroke of death none can resist;

A sudden death is God’s intent

That men on earth should all repent.

His absence caused his friends some grief,

His soul was safe- that brings relief;

It’s God appoints the death of all,

A sparrow cannot unnoticed fall.

Our friend is gone, but we remain,

Let us prepare to meet again;

Our time is short on earth to stay,

But soon like him must pass away.

Seek ye the Lord, prepare to die,

For life is short, and death is nigh;

Repeat, believe, and be forgiven,

And God will take your soul to heaven.

                                                Elias Marshall