Gushing, rushing pounding sea
A force with which to reckon.
Spewing forth flotsam tales
Relayed to mermaids beckon.
With roar of dry ice spray of foam
This awesome sea is free to roam.
Sea birds landlocked crouch
They cease to soar and dive.
No shoals of fish ride ebbs of tide
The storm doth rage so wild.
No fishermen put out to catch
All vessels at harbour must lay
To strain and creak and fight the tethers,
Of ropes and anchor stays.
With tree and tyre, bottle and tin
Midst seaweed, wood and shells,
The scattered tide line scrapyard
A mess of sights and smells.
A reminder to all safe and sound
Not to sit at ease
For the summer sky blue millpond
Is a sfickle as you please.
Uncontrolled power, uncontrolable will,
With turn of tide and wind driven guide
She rages as she will.