Gusts Of Wind - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Gusts of wild wind rampaging
as we plow through the raging sea.
Great birds aloft foraging,
loudly calling in the air.
Near rocky shores threatening,
we work to bring our ship about-
boiling surf alive and menacing.
Gusts of wind carry our cries aloft!
Mariners' bones wash ashore
by tides that ebb and flow
carrying debris to the beach
as wild cries echo in the high wind!
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