The storm
By Mia D
Published 8 September 2022
The blustery clouds rolled across the dark bay,
The small fishing vessel makes slow headway,
Fishermen aboard toil in the wintery cold,
The storm is the enemy of many a sailor old,
The nets so taught are dragged onto the deck,
Trying to trap fish swimming around the old wrecks,
But alas the fish are no more, gone from the sea,
Warning of extinction, ignored by you and me.