Hard Rain

Hard Rain The storm is advancing the thunder entrancing the winds begin to wail time to take in extended sail on the horizon, flickering light waves crashing in dead of night sailors, we shall stand the test of the rage coming from the west the deck wet, under oil light a-glisten gales make ropes sing, and we listen the storm begins to take hold no time for fear, all must be bold the cap’n yells,” hang on there mate an ocean floor may be our fate” will this vessel reach distant shore? ominous thoughts one can’t ignore! clouds overhead now spill their rage the story captured upon the page in blackness we stood in fright then had calm at mornings light the sea, a hard life she will give to the men who there may live moving boats filled with freight or perhaps with food to palette-ate the land is solid to the feet water, does give this lone entreat when you venture into her realm have a strong lad at the helm for stars may guide, the moon may lead a sailing ship, like a dandelion seed the winds are what moves the plume and on the ocean may thus bring doom wind and water, wood and sail one may try to no avail man is no match with his bare hand for the power of nature is much too grand © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written November 24th, 2001 © on Apr 24 2002 09:32 PM PST   0 • 10