The Sea
On winters dark and stormy days
When icy winds cut at your face
I watch the sea with angry waves
Crashing at an awful pace
Deep green the restless waters pound
Foam flecked upon the empty beach
The seagulls screech their mournful sound
High in the heavans out of reach
From wind lashed waves in winter churned
Springs warming fingers spread their ease
And skies from grey to blue returned
Reflect their colours in the seas
Now oceans calm in summer heat
Except in harbours ebb and flow
Or in the depth where currents meet
There waves are joined to form and grow.
So autumns icy fingers warn
of colder days returning soon
And waves up from the depths are torn
to pound the beach with crash and boom.
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