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Poem 112: The storm © Bruce Goodman 14 May 2022 |
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This poem should really be Poem Number One because it was written on 14 May 1962 – 60 years ago today! I was at primary school and we had to write a contribution for the class’s Literary Journal. There are two things I marvel at! One is that I wrote “Grand-pi-pa” and not simply “Grandpa” in order to get it to scan properly. (Incidentally my grandparents were long dead). The second thing I marvel at is the daringness of having three of the eight lines end with the word “sea”! It’s like it was difficult to find many things to rhyme with “sea”! The ship was heaved and tossed like a cork For there was a storm at sea. And oh what a terrible storm it was For my grand-pi-pa and me. The lightning flashed, the thunder roared, And the ship on the pitilous sea Seemed so small to the two of us aboard Against the enormous sea. |