Something Tells Me A Terrific Storms Coming Soon
The ocean says it all!
The blinding wind whips up the white
To put atop the waves,
The water swells and crests on high’
Another storm brewed overnight.
The sky is pink this early morn,
The sun’s about to rise,
The clouds are dark, the winds are strong
Behold the sailor’s warn.
The fish don’t care; It affects them not,
Tucked in their watery bed.
They swim around inside their home,
Oblivious to the storm ahead.
Churned and whipped beyond compare,
The ocean looks like liquid snow.
The bird can’t fly against the wind,
Too strong to go anywhere.
A savage day is on the cards,
The waters tell me so,
Grey and grim, a dirty green,
A day for true diehards.
The rain pours down, the wind it roars,
The storm it comes no more.
By the looks of all I see outside -
It’s already here, for sure.
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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