CALM; Your Poem.

Byline: James Dillon, Bebington

The water is irritated & choppy The storm is drawing in The wind whistles its icy warning The eerie sound of an ominous hymn The harbour wall, moss and all Braces itself for the angry squall The waves foaming at the sides like a rabid dog Creating a sense of fear in the fog Boats being pushed this way and that Their whole existence coming under attack I imagine the sea life below the surface Frantically swimming, painfully nervous The tide rises in an unruly revolt A sea serpent delivering an unyielding assault Buoys being blitzed as they cling & they cower From the destructive force of nature's power A battering ram of H2O The sense of fury continues to grow Its anger and aggression increases alarm Then with a sudden swiftness: calm