Wallace

Davy Jones Locker.

Sky dull grey.

Wind blows angrily over the damp sandy bay.

Sea waves rough.

Fishermen's work today is tough.

Heavy rain starts to fall.

Seagulls to each other land ahoy they call.

Wind blows hard.

Fishermen are on their guard.

Sky turns black.

Wave's do flood the fishing boats deck.

Fishing boats do rock and roll.

On them mother nature has taken its toll.

A gigantic wave engulfs the boats.

No longer fishermen above the water floats.

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    God write. The sea's power is awesome.

    • Wallace

      Thanks for reading and comment.



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