Storm

by Cooper Heilmann, staff writer

The wind blows hard against the sail,

The water lashes against the dragon’s head,
Thunder slams and booms and wails,
The men sail on ahead.

The oars splash against the water,
The ropes pull and twist and grind,
The men do not seem to bother,
They leave the far western shore behind.

The ship moves on through the storm,
The brave captain bellowing orders,
The gale pushes and fights and roars,
The men live with the salty odors.

The ship pushes on and on and on,
As the sail rips and the oars grind,
The men fight on and on and on,
With only one place in mind;

Home.