In The Midnight Sun Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
In The Midnight Sun
IN THE MIDNIGHT SUN
Gusts of wild wind rampaging
Frigate plows through great seas
Screeching birds aloft scavenging
Deaf to the lads below decks
Near rocky shores threatening
Deckhands work to bring her about
Loud boiling surf deafening
'Our fate is nigh! ' mariners shout
Seafarers' bones whitening
In tides that ebb and flow
Ghosts moan aloft in the rigging
Cries and pleas drowned in raging seas!
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5/10/2024 7:29:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Breath-taking account of the moments on a ship in the tempestuous seas. Amazing poem. ]]] Ghosts moan aloft in the rigging Cries and pleas drowned in raging seas!