Tempest Tossed

The skies are clear and the sun is out,
the oars splash, and waves dance in unison.
Layers come off.
Layers go back on.
What used to be a breeze,
is now gusts pushing waves
so they crash against the hull
trying to break through.
The radio crackles.
A change of plans,
the winds too strong.
Back to camp!
Back to camp!
We must hunker down 
before
we're tempest tossed at sea.
 
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Willcox Elliott

VT

15 years old

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