Eye Of The Storm

The ship approaches
The eye of the storm
Captain spins the wheel
Sharply to port

The wind is howling
Ripping over the ship
As the Captain and crew
Try to give the storm the slip

Waves are getting higher
The sea salt so strong
As the ship continues to
Disappear into the throng

Belted and buffeted
The ship sails on
Prizing itself
From the battle, just won

The waters are calm now
Minds are at rest
As the ship won the battle
Of Mother Nature’s fine test!


Written by David Johnson
January 2016


© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2016

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