The Sailing Ship

The Sailing Ship was sailing hip
along the blue blue sea.
The wind blew hard against my face
when my dad called, "Hard a Lee!"

The once trim sails began to flap.
"Quick, duck, here comes the Boom!"
The wind balloons a big white wall.
Crashing through the waves we zoom.

The Ship glides into a calm bay.
As the storm looms behind,
we turned into a wooden dock.
The sun began to shine.

by Ross C. Eustis