July 14, 2007

Poetry riddle by another Bealeton poet

The smoke of a thousand guns
Hovers in the air
The yells and chants of sailors
Ring about your ears
Hark! A shot is fired!
The cannon fire roars
A ship appears alongside
You know not what's in store
As musket fire encircles
You strain and squint to see
Through the smoke and flashes
That send men down to ME
For I have eyes like any man
I have arms and ears
I have a temper that at times
Will justify men's fears
You know so much about me.
And as you sink into my depths
You know. I AM THE SEA.