Churn

The seas they did churn, with obvious delight,

Boat fairly bouncing amid winds though the night.

Up and down in the water it rolled,

Mother nature was never so bold!

So I held on and hoped that I would live till the morn,

Sails on the mast ripped, frayed and torn.

As the sun slowly rose and the winds did die down,

It then slowly dawned on me, I wasn’t going to drown!

Churn

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