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’