Slumped idle scarce we sit, nor breathe easy,
On kissing coasts, content never we coo,
Nor crow, we struggled in a stormy sea,
Soon as we shed sour sweat, go for goals new.
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Thank you Rev Bernard for the feedback, as generous as your heart is.
'Strange joys O jostle us wrapt in a storm.'...awesome...lovely each line...it is true that we all do enjoy storm though we know it is scary and destructive...interesting poem
I appreciate your feedback Indiraji.