Red sky seen at night <br />is a sailor's delight <br />red sky in the morning <br />is surely a warning <br /> <br />This saying of old <br />has oft been retold <br />by captains <br />and sailors at sea <br /> <br />The weather is fickle <br />and often plays havoc <br />when nothing surrounds <br />but dark waves <br /> <br />They speak of rogue waves <br />those freaks that breed fear <br />for no one can guess <br />how they form <br /> <br />Look unto the sky <br />dear sailor when doubt <br />and roving sends you <br />to sea <br /> <br />The lowering <br />smoldering heaven above <br />will be what it will <br />in the end <br /> <br />For way beyond sunsets <br />and glorious dawn <br />the stars in the distance <br />still spin <br /> <br />The North Star is sure <br />the Southern Cross pure <br />Orion's bright belt <br />standing guard <br /> <br />When your frail sails tear <br />and storms snaps your mast <br />look further <br />look past all the stars <br /> <br />Turn weathered and salty <br />and foggy old eyes <br />to the captain <br />who made you and me <br /> <br />Though leaky the stern <br />and soggy the bow <br />your groggy faint cry <br />will be heard.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-sky-5/
