The Storm
Mighty billows rose out of the murky sea
Overhead the leaden skies threatened me
Trapped was I in my little boat
I prayed to God to keep me afloat

All night the angry waves tossed me about
As for reaching the shore I had a doubt
The skies let loose with a great torrent
I was sure it was my death warrant

I was sick with swallowing the salty sea
Please save me was my one last plea
I awakened face down in the cold, wet sand
The mighty billows threw me back on land

My boat was crushed and lay in a heap
But I was saved from the briny deep
After venting its anger the storm now spent
Calmed like a small kitten so very content

I looked around at this forsaken land
Of tall trees and smooth, white sand
And ocean water of blue green hue
Above the sky was an azure blue

Notwithstanding the storm I said aloud
To myself and to a passing cloud
This place is not so bad I see
I am glad it was here God deposited me.

Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)