Skies of July

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Just a fictional twist---ed story.

Submitted: July 07, 2017

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In the skies of July came a frightening cry

Like the gales of November were calling

To the white-capped sea, near Hanover Lee,

Where a god-awful storm was brewing.

 

The sailors knew, of the mix in the brew,

Many had seen these signs before.

Not a sail was in sight, that July night,

When the wind pushed the water on shore.

 

The land was not seen, not brown or green

And the town was nowhere in sight.

Gone from the eye, only tears left to cry,

For the beleaguered town, of Ketch-um Right.

 

Yes

The town was rebuilt; they built it on stilts,

The buildings are way off the ground.

They dock their boats at their door. --- What for?

'Cause there is still no ground to be found.

 

JE Falcon

07-07-2017


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