The warning call as a storm approaches.

The local life guards have put out a public warning,
As winds rise and clouds come storming.
One for in, two for out, or was it two for in and one for out?
Either way that flare was once the life guards shout.
Within minutes they would rush the pier,
Whenever on duty they would always be near.
The bang echoed, silence followed and blessings were said,
As everyone whispered, please let no one be dead.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Tales of the deviled soul.

Horns and a devils tail,

a promising tale,

of the ship that set sail

in a sea full of scales.

Not swallowed by a whale

neither white nor pale,

and they left no trail,

no where to send mail,

their lives for sale,

but they did have a tail

of the devils horns

and his little red tail.