Storm

The sea was blue,
The sky was blue,
The waves came rolling in.
A lonely surfer rode his board,
The gulls were screeching heavenward,
A deaf'ning raucous din.

The sea was grey,
The sky was grey,
The waves came pounding on.
No sign of man, nor bird nor beast
The screeching gulls now ceased
And e,en the surfer gone.

And blinding spears of fire
Were shot across the sky,
The sea became a raging thing,
The wind a wailing sigh.
The rain began to slash
Against the rocky shore,
The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed,
The surf began to roar.

The sea was blue,
The sky was blue,
The clouds no more were rent.
A gentle breeze began to blow,
The sun came out at last, to show
That now the storm was spent.

A happier poem this week. Again, Mum shows here affinity with nature in this poem. It was written  before 1975 because she has signed it "Cathryn Mahoney".