Beaufort Poem by Christopher Tye

Beaufort

Beginning at zero for a nice calm day,
Ending at twelve for hurricanes over 73mph,
Admiral Beaufort's scale of wind speed,
Used to be in common use but now slipping out of use,
From a time when we were a naval superpower,
Old tall ship's aplenty back then sailing the seven seas,
Ruling the high seas with Nelson's spirit in the sails,
Time and tide have changed as we retreat to an island race.

By Christopher Tye