Author Information
OCEAN STORM
In the middle of the ocean,
in the middle of the sea,
Oh, gee.
A feeling of fear begins inside me.
I feel like I want to cry.
Brewing is a storm.
A feeling inside of me, that is not warm.
No sign of land,
I long for a beach of sand.
A place to stay.
A place where I can lay and rest.
Yes, this certainly is unplanned.
The storm comes.
I wish I had some TUMS.
The waves are high, seemingly to the sky.
They are certainly not low.
This is happening, why?
I don't want to die!
Oh, do I want to cry!
The storm is done.
My boat did not flip.
I can finally get a grip.
No, it was not fun.
Out comes the sun.
In the middle of the ocean,
In the middle of the sea.
