William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

Tide

Storm a brewing upon the horizon,
With the Darkening of the sun
Clouds touching the sea
What next in my quest to be free
Lowering of my sail
The wind starts to wail
Coming at me
The sea
Waves so very tall
A mountain of waterery wall
For a moment my heart starts to stall.
 I shiver at this sight
Turning day into night
Put my bow to the wind
I shall not bend
Face this sea monster coming at me
May end up at the bottom of the sea
Don't really care
Doesn't dare
Davy Jones
May get my bones
But I feel no fear
As this monster draws near 
Lifting me so high
Seems my sailboat can fly
Salt stinging my eye
Boat jumping from wave to wave
Dancing above the watery grave
I scream with the storms  passion 
Which after a fashion 
I was it, it was I 
One and the same
In the sailing game
Fearlessly  we battle ,a test of wills
 A test of skills
Water slamming me back
I slip in and the wave I attack 
It seems much taller than I 
Once again I'm lifted toward the sky
Floating a moment in the stormy air
We were a great pair
The storm and i
Was saddened as it passed on by
Trembling and shaking
The sun starts waking
Baking
The chill from my soul
Survival was my goal
 drying the skies
The wind dies
My soul flies 
What a ride
The thrill I cannot hide
Riding the tide
Sea is where I roam
It's home sweet home

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