Her waves to the shore do reach,
Her winds to man do teach,
He anger against humanity,
Taken out on this her beach…
Pounding the sandy shore,
Her ocean does against man roar,
Between man and she it is a war,
Not tonight will man in bed be able to sleep & snore…
Her wrath does in the end clean,
The skies will be blue, the beach grass green,
To the shore she will bring back Natures sheen,
I could have told you of this storm in advance,
For I have the ability to predict said storm,
Anything from Nature to me, easily forseen…
© ed 10/13/13
Regis
Ron
Strange that I can spend so much time on the Maine coast.
Oh well- you gave me the experience.
Good job.
John
Cheers,
Dan
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peace be with you
William
Love ya!
Jane