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The Skipper


On the ocean, clear and blue,
The sailboat swiftly moves.
"This is nice," the skipper says,
"There's not a soul in sight."
The wind gusts, fast then slow,
Then speeds up again.
The rain comes down, soft at first,
Gradually getting stronger.
The wing gusts one last time,
The boat begins to sink.
"Call for help!!"
Are the skipper's last words,
As he, and the boat are lost at sea.

 

Crystal Middlemas 
E-Mail jitter-bug@rocketmail.com