Not Tonight
POEM Not tonight he scoffed as he picked up and tossed the vessel around
Across the top of the waves, rising up and crashing back down
The smashing of timber, the tearing of sails
Creaking and cracking unleashing shuddering wails
Neptune, venting his anger with all of his might
Shrieking and bellowing out of the darkness of the night
With a thundering blow and a harrowing roar
The calm, still night remained still and calm and no more
The poor sailors on board were praying for their lives
Thinking of their loved ones, their children, their wives
They thought it was over, they wouldn't see the morning
When all of a sudden over the crashing of waves they could hear voices calling
They thought it was Angels, an answer to their prayers
It was Angels of a kind, the lifeboat station had seen their red flares
Selfless commitment to rescuing others
In the middle of the night, leaving their lovers
These hero's succeeded in saving all on board
The next challenge would be getting safely to shore
A light shone out across the bay
It looked like it was coming from Blackness on Sea way
The crew rowed hard against the tide
With nothing to go by except that guiding light
As they got closer, nearly on shore
They realised it was the Lobster Pot Inn
With a wide open door The landlord ran out to help anyway he could
He'd put the fire on and laid out hot food
He saw the flare through the dark of the night
And it was him that sent out that beacon, that bright guiding light