Rasmus


The heavy sea is rolling
against the stationed rig -
not a man is worried,
the structure is so big.


On the great big platform
things were kind of slow -
some were eating supper,
some were at the show.


Then at once it shivered
there came a double boom -
chairs and tables tilted,
went crashing through the room.


The rig is listing heavily
and all the lights are out -
through the reigning chaos,
you can hear some people shout.


There is but one decision
that anyone can make -
get up, get out, "abandon ship,"
your life is now at stake.


The sea is full of people
floating all about -
some of them did make it,
a lot did not get out.


The oldtime sailors had a name
they used for all the sea -
they called the waters "Rasmus,"
he always charged a fee.


Toil for a living
we do some heavy tasks -
but "Rasmus" takes his sacrifice,
and never, never, asks.



Golden poems from Stavanger