Wild Seas The storm has whipped the ocean into gigantic waves Driving them on shoreward like some obedient slaves. Crashing on the shoreline like a thunder clap Cutting off the beaches as if within a trap! Spray and spume just fill the air with their flecks of white Enough to fill a swimmer with a sense of fright! It is no time for swimming or walking on the beach For it seems there’s nowhere that the sea can’t reach. Rocks and sand are flung aside as if in giant’s hand All the world is driven by the storm’s command. It is a time for safely being tucked in bed No one who is sensible would be outside instead!
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