I enclose a poem written some years ago which is very apt at this time with all the very bad storms we have had.
My thoughts are with all those who are still waiting for the water to recede from their homes and from the farmers’ fields and cattle.
The stormy wind blows
wild across the sea.
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High above the rocks
the waves dispense,
pounding hard against
the land’s defence.
Lifting pebbles high,
crashing onto land.
Leaving only when the
tide recedes the sand.
At times the sea
doth lie in calm.
Beware its rages,
when, it holds no charm.