The Storm That Rocked Their Flock

The Storm That Rocked Their Flock prose poem

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She was so naïve roving the boat across the stream
The flow so smooth and even – life looked a dream

Seldom failed to thank, keeping it tidy, her lovely boat
So steady and strong, like soul mate they were afloat

And then came the most unexpected fierce storm
Not just ready, that it could do such harm

It was all over in a matter of hours, all in its sway
The boat broken to pieces, while she was tossed away

The fierce wind mercilessly blew across and over
Till she reached the bank holding it that had fallen over

Clinging to that tree, and staring at the pieces broken
A hope of thought flashed, but only as quickly to be overtaken

How could those pieces make a strong boat ever again?
An echo replied – trust thy trust as much before, now again

As years rolled by …………..

The villagers forever spoke of the lovely pair
Of how they were together again post those earnest repairs

While many felt their bonding grew further and all over again
That old ‘boatman’ heard an angel whisper – “another storm? Never again!”

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