Member Poem

as waves crash down on a painted wood boat,

the sun seems as a distant memory,

and sailors wonder if they will soon float.

against every sailboat, tugboat, rowboat

the darkened sea is full of treachery 

as waves crash down on a painted wood boat.

to history, it was just a footnote

but those onboard, they see their jeopardy, 

and sailors wonder if they will soon float.

while watching the waves, some on shore have wrote,

“this must be the storm of the century,”

as waves crash down on a painted wood boat.

none say, searching vainly for a lifeboat,

“they may make it a documentary,”

as waves crash down on a painted wood boat

and sailors wonder if they will soon float.