Miscellaneous:

[DaveKuzminski]

Across the froth, dip and glide
Struggle up another peak
Wind is shifting, time to tack
Amidst the salty spray

The sun is high, shining down
Peeping through the billowed sails
Dark skies behind, port’s ahead
A shelter from the storm

On raging seas, thunder sounds
Scaring the sun away
Lightning’s glare takes dark stage
Too feeble for full light

Bleached whites whipped by banshees
As stinging spray seeks its prey
A struggling deck surges up
Away from water’s grave

Through pitch and yaw, jerks and slams
Closer by another league
Not giving up, port’s in view
Bright shelter in the night

Then past the lee into calm
Far from the howls and shrieks
Now furl the sails, drop anchor
Safe in the harbor’s womb