MY MISTRESS, THE SEA, IN ALL HER MOODS........
THE STORM The tempest came without warning, Tis was early evening, second watch, There had not been a cloud in the sky, Then within minutes it was upon them. A cold green hell with mountains white, Screaming wind, piecing cold, darkness, For hours the fishing sloop crew fought, Yet with each wave, the bilges deeper, Water poured in, the pumps of no avail, The Captain swept over aboard, lost, The mate and crew kept her close haul, Nothing seem to make a difference, Each made peace with God or... Sign in to see full entry.