Ian

So we all gather at the pub
Those of us who think alike
The last horah before the storm
When the reluctant sun rises
Beginning the ordeal
Who is it that will suffer

The young will seek adventure
The old ones take on stores
The new ones live in fear
As he ravages our shores

A gust of vengeance blows through
The branches and the moss
Will soon be on the ground
A whitewash of stinging rain
Surging ocean walls
To wash away our gain

When we all find our shelters
And stores do serve no more
I'll write my lonely feelings
Amidst his ever present roar

Tonight will be a loud one
The house will thump and moan
From this cyclone in the dark
I've been through this before
And I'll endure it once again
With respect and quiet witness

For Ian gave his message
As he beat upon my door
He let me know his greatness
To revere forever more