The Widow's Walk

The frothy waves lapped hungrily at the shore Polishing the rough rocks smooth, licking the sand The cool northeast winds were picking up briskly Blowing clouds of ominous pitch to the land The woman sat trying to steady her mare Her nostrils flared as the sea spray pelted her They both could sense the impending thunderstorm She guided her back with a kick of a spur As she neared the stable thunder clapped loudly Her mare whinnied in protest to the fright The woman then ran home and raced up the stairs To poise herself on the small porch for the night Her man was the captain of the ship “Misty” He was due to reach port the following day She could spy the lighthouse near the shore below There to ensure her man did not lose his way For the sea could be cruel and kill those who dare To challenge her fury and think that their ship Can navigate through the wildest of waters With no fear of death during their ocean trip She stood on the balcony, wind gusting strong But felt comfort from seeing the beacon of light That would guide her man through the treacherous rocks In the darkness, she prayed he would be all right