men ,hope
the sea
August in the Caribbean where seas are at there worst
men in ships sail the waters ,in thunder and cloudburst
wicked waves, salt lashed seas , heaving starboard to port
hanging on for life it seems, before its cut to short
the forward bow is buried, the sea is in control
water has covered the mission mast, its virtues will extol
riding the wave, she pops up like a cork
her stern now sinking, deeply, i hear young sailors baulk
half ahead, in heavy seas holding our position!
it seems sailors ,unlike like landlocked men, are full of superstation
they brave it out, and call the odds, hearts bursting with pride
but behind it all, i can recall the tears that they cried
robyn selters
You capture the danger of the ocean and the bravery of those who sail the mighty sea. Interesting read.
You capture the danger of the ocean and the bravery of those who sail the mighty sea. Interesting read.
The last line ends the real tale of sailors - - "I can recall the tears they cried" - thank you for versing the sea as it really is dear Baldric - - dangerous to all who try to sail - only the brave stick with this danger methinks - - a vivid description of ocean and men doing battle which never needs landlubbers like me in the way - - thank goodness ! ! - -- Loved the powerful feel of this verse.