In Boating Poem by james watkin

In Boating



Below what's struck, storm-rushed
And above, seized plain
With anxious rudder-turns;
Rigging's nerve-like strain
There is an enviable
Absence of regard;
Smooth glides for mantra ray;
For stork and mallard.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sea,storm
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james watkin

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