SEA

I once saw a small boat
with a speed that of a slug;
the tides where high up,
yet it stayed rowing.

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Like a tree blown by a tornado,
was the poor boat in the waves’ palm.
Yet, boy was he resilient!
His oars turned swords,
jousted the angry sea.

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What a fateful night t’was,
all men’s faith were dead, I saw.
None get to tell that night’s tale but I,

for I am part water.