The Tempest
The sea was a tempest of strong gale winds,
Waves beat upon the shore crashing the rocks;
And it was hours before the storm had thinned,
That the battered up boat drifted into the dock.
Falling to pieces, beat up, coming apart,
The sad loss of life broke my heart.
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May 17, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/The Tempest
Copyright Protected, ID 05-674-942-17
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Rhyme Time
sponsor, Pendleton Arkwright, Judged 2015
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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