Bob Gibson

Rookie (25 April 1946 / Billingham County Durham)

Savage Seas - Poem by Bob Gibson

The water is perfect, as clear as glass
Ne're a ripple, or a splash
Then i felt it, a gentle breeze
Twas nothing, not more than a sneeze

Ripples now began to appear
The wind now audible to my ear
Air pressure dropping, I could feel its mass
The barometer fell, when I tapped the glass

White horses soon, began to form
The barometer pointed to a storm
Waves were building out at sea
Ships were warned of their destiny

The breakers lashed a lone sailing boat
Dragged, from its moorings, half afloat
Relentless hammering on the shore
Smashed to pieces recognised no more

Gigantic waves, a solid wall
A tsunami, that devoured all!
Out at sea, ships head a wave
Anchor's dragging a watery grave

It's over now, the storm has passed
Back to normal, calm at last
The clean up begins, counting the cost
God take care of those we've lost


Comments about Savage Seas by Bob Gibson

  • Fay Slimm (6/23/2009 2:28:00 PM)


    Bob this is a very real account of ah horrendous experience at sea..... your vivid descriptions are breathtaking and paint the fickle sea all too clearly... a 10 and more 10 + ++ from Fay... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 23, 2009


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