A limerick or poem to describe three days of an unexpected storm front while at anchor…
there once was a captain named Lizzy
her hair turned greasy and frizzy
she couldn’t wash it
cause the boat rocked and tossed it
so now she’s both stinky and dizzy…
Wind has swung an to unpredicted South
25 knots and 35 miles of fetch
make for a wild ride here at anchor
Nothing to do but hang on!
Nothing to do but lie here…
Then go check the anchor ropes for chafe.
The clouds come roaring by
Gray and mean and angry
The rain stings
But the second anchor’s out
Go below and dry off
Read another book
Kinda nauseous, nervous
I’ll just lay here and stare up…
The food hammock swings and swings and swings
The walnuts are getting walloped
Bounce, roll, flop, jump
Creek, moan, thud, eeerk
48 hours and counting…
You tired yet, Wind?
Howl, howl, whistle…
Find the beauty
it won’t last forever
Patience, practice patience…
a time for everything.