It started such a beautiful day,
The ocean calm, on the surface not a wave,
A hint of a breeze out of the sou’east,
Bringing in warmer water, not a clue of the approaching beast…
To the canyon we were heading,
A day of fishing, drinking & song,
We had the wherewithal to stay out all night,
No storms in the forecast, seas minimal…
Two-hundred nautical we were nearing,
The radar showed a line, what the hell is that?
It came and went, at the screen we were all leering,
None of us knew or thought we should for our lives be fearing…
I thought it best to approach the radar target bow first,
Not even I, as the captain, had an idea what it was,
We still showed no wind, nor had any waves come upon us,
Just over the horizon was its zenith,
And as it cleared the horizon, we all gasped in awe…
It was ten stories tall, at least one hundred feet in height,
I immediately radioed the Coast Guard, my voice full of fright,
They were sending a helicopter, try to remain calm,
Easy for them to say, they were on land,
I want to smack that operator full palm,
Just before it hit, and I mean IT HIT!
We didn’t survive, our small boat smashed into miniscule pieces,
Thats right, we are now just so much flotsam on a calm sea,
The wave did as well dissipate, nothing on radar, nothing left,
Only our life raft left as a remnant of our passing,
Of us you will never again see…
© ed ~~~~ 2/17/09
Walt
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.