My Mighty Sea

September 13, 2012
By Anonymous

My mighty sea, I remember feeling the wind breeze on my wooden skin, as we would glide through the ice cold water, as we got farther from shore.
I could see the tall timid trees.
My mighty sea, you were like our home.
I could see the clouds as they looked down on me.
I could feel the skies tears fall upon me; it would rain for so long, like cats and dogs, that it seemed like forty days and nights.
I remember when a piece of me broke, I could hear everyone laughing at me, not with me, but I know all victorious Vikings are vicious, and we have to act like rocks, and be as strong as can be.
My mighty sea, I wish they could still sail me.

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