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Crossings

Buffeted, wind swept - sprayed in the face, All at sea with just the noise for company. The crests of the waves, too stricken to rear high, A single white sail in the distance, hoisted bravely to sky. While weakening in her struggle, the sun crests the waves, The milky whiteness shining through, between layers of grey. Approaching calm waters, the harbour - safe port, A benighted stillness awaits, belayed by the gales. Turning she sails, full into the wind, And past the half moon of Dover, serenely she glides. While already docked, other ships await passage, To toil on the Channel, amidst fury or calm.