On deck it’s cold & wet,
Warm in the wheelhouse,
A bunk just behind the wheel,
For cat naps with the boat on auto-pilot…
The wind blowing at 50 knots,
The seas at twelve to fifteen feet,
The temperature in the low thirties,
Ocean generated snow surrounds us,
Hard to believe but I think this is neat…
Two oceans meeting under our hull,
Ninety meters is the depth,
Of rocks or sand bars I worry & over mull,
Even at this depth a possibility exists…
Waves breaking over the bow,
Motion sickness we got, so no chow,
Water we drink to keep hydrated,
A calm cove makes us quite elated,
A break in the storm, some sleep & food,
Just a few miles ocean-ward, the storm rages unabated…
© ed ~ 6/28/11
xxCR
AS A 'LANDLUBBER' WHO HAD THE MOS 560 'SEAMAN' WHILE IN THE ARMY ...
THE ONLY 'HORN' I LIKE IS IN MY CAR !!! TK...
Newfie Hugs, Rose
You’ve just provided the EFRGC (Ed Family Reunion Gaming Committee)
With a marvelous new idea, for a spectacular new ‘Outhouse Fantasy Ride’
They will now be quite busy, designing and perfecting, ‘Rounding The Horn’
“Step Right In, Sit Yourself Down, Buckle Up, and Prepare to Slip and Slide!”
Regis