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A Voyage Of Note
The sky grew dark, the clouds rolled in
The water turned a sullen grey.
The sails hung limp and unmoving-
His small boat could make no headway.
The air grew quite hot and steamy
Thunder rumbled in from afar
Lightning snaked across gloomy skies
Forking high above the tall spar.
The storm hit with great suddenness,
The wind churned waters loftily.
The rain slashed down fast in torrents
The boat lurched precariously.
The thunder boomed much closer now
Directly above him, it seemed.
Lightening flashed and rain sheeted down,
The wind gusted strongly and screamed.
Then it hit hard and something snapped.
The mainmast flew over the deck.
“By all that’s holy,” he gritted
“I won't let this become a wreck!”
He fought the storm for long hours
Never once willing to admit
That he was at Nature’s mercy.
No- he could and would control it.
At last it diminished. He’d won!
He was alive and had his boat.
A drink of brandy was called for -
This had been a voyage of note.
I was kind of wishing for his downfall, usually the ending is so happy for people as headstrung and prideful as this man.