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
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