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