When over the bow
the great wave breaks,
rearing and plunging
the whole vessel shakes
the binnacle spins,
the helmsman takes
a firm grip on the wheel while
between decks the sailor makes
the sign of the cross
as for a lull in the storm
he patiently waits
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36
Filed under Factual, Self compositions, Stirring the memories
That reeks of the sea … in the nicest possible way. It’s very good. 🙂
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This was wonderful, Bob!
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I thank you for a lovely comment
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