Gentle rolling waves wade through the air; stirring up sea and sand,
The sun glistening water gleaming like satin sheets, reflecting the blue sky,
As slow blowing wind, blusters the cloth on the mast, swaying the boat hard,
All is peaceful and calm with Pearl Kite chirpings, a day to make merry.
From a distance the ground swells casting a silhouette on the sun, and I see the tides,
Rising with rage and fury the waves billow and bellow, filling the heart with fear,
A silent rage rocking the yacht waters dancing a beckoning roar, the sea grows and subsides,
The sea shrieks in anger threatening all in land and sea, and the three I hold dear.
Thoughts of uncertainty creep wising the vessel to flee, but the land is far from view,
The azure sky shies away ignoring the danger that looms, allowing the clouds to frown,
Nothing calms natures pique but with a solid yacht, and a bloating faith and crew,
Our payers we say hoping to survive her anger, we wait for the squall to fall down.
They say the sea is soothing and generous, with all it contains
But has the worst wrath, waves and the wildest fountains
Reference
National Gallery Images. (1939). Ground Swell by Edward Hopper. Retrieved from https://images.nga.gov/?service=asset"action=show_zoom_window_popup"language=en"asset=148908"location=grid"asset_list=109948,76165,66024,49028,45934,148908,149152,149498,149347,149528,148885,149267,149947,149357"basket_item_id=undefined
