Almost Home
in the arms of mother nature
drifting with the tide
winds pushed up ice water mountains
the voyage home was to be a hard ride
water broke the wheelhouse window
charts floated as the boat tipped down
and when she came back
the radar went black
please God don't let us
run aground
the minutes slowed down to hours
a crew of nerves with fingers numb
from the North Atlantic showers
hearts beat fast while bailing pumps hum
the darkness and the fury played
a thousand violins
while the twisting wet
seasoned plank shrieked in the high winds
when we lost all of the power
the boat spun around
cold and soaking wet
could feel the warm sweat
please God
don't let us run aground
Copyright © Dc Bursey | Year Posted 2017
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