Pride-For all we do



Ten feet under and twenty above.

She was pitching heavily and couldn’t see the bow.


On bridge I stood, holding the helm.

Though safe in there, still felt the grim.


Cirrus filaments heading towards danger,

More beautiful than said, but I had a ship to steer


Miles off the coast, into nature’s fury.

It’s no new game, though sometimes scary


Is it worth leaving family- friends behind?

For the sea, that gives you tuff- tuff time.


I do what I do to keep their smile.

Of all the ways,

Chose the one that suits ‘My Style’