This is a poem written by my uncle Robin.
Go Graham! Happy Homecoming Sarah.
Watch out Liverpool! Line the quay
Clipper Race sailors are home from the sea,
After months on the ocean they're bound to be
Ready to party, boisterously.
Excitingly they've raced around the world
On seas like mirrors or breakers that curled.
Constantly threatening; loose items hurled
To smash on a bulwark or go overboard.
Scrambling on deck at the bosun's call
To shorten sail in a sudden squall;
Grabbing a flailing line to haul
While skiddingly fighting not to fall.
Overcoming such challenges successfully
Earns deepest respect from lubbers like me.
Your adrenaline adventures, collectively,
Give every right for a mammoth spree.