The Storm

September 25, 2012
I was sailing on the peaceful sea of life,
When came a billowing breeze.
The sails and ropes went out of control,
And soon, control, the winds did seize.
The bouncing grew greater, then became a sway.
Then all the hope of the men went away.
The sky turned dark, without any light.
The captain knew they'd have to put up a fight.
Here was the storm. The rain, down pouring came.
The captain caught the ropes, the sailors the same.
Never a greater storm would any see since that day.
The waves 20 feet high the sailors did say.

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