The Sea Poem by Reddle Hinheart

After the skies defy
Rule the ocean to ply;
Kind of the deputy spy
Lest it would be stingy:

Lord, Be the gull to coasts,
Seem to build a clasps
Read the shore to inscenes,
Just and ding to drees

Kind of the few to sing
Hupple and cue to ring:
Dose of a sometime wrong;
Feel all the seed to hang

Dring on the Lord to swords
Shy and remorse to words
Sing on the hend too parse;
King and be tall for class

Faint and demand entice
Under and climb to despise;
Ring and behold on the wise
Hushes and fold bitter lies.