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The Harsh Sea
Splash, Crash, Boom
The clouds go black soon
The storm approaches
As the wind reproaches
The thunder clashes
The lightning flashes
The wave appears
Way to near
Bamm, Slam, Creer
The boat is rocked the end is near
The men dive off with a mighty splash
Listen as the rocks and boat crash
Bubble, Bubble, Bubble
Looks like trouble
As the shark emerges from the blue
Hunting humans that have no clue
Holding on to debris to keep afloat
Praying to God and losing hope
The fin is drawing near
You can smell the fear
Luckily help was at hand
Which assisted them to the land
Dripping water on the sand
Making sure everyone’s at hand
Copyright ©
Dianna Collier
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