Storm at Tan­ga­looma Wrecks

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By JEAN WRIGHT

THE sky grows dark be­hind the rusty hulls, which shield the shore and face tem­pes­tu­ous seas. Over­head the poignant screech of gulls is borne away, lost in the ris­ing breeze. These ships that once pur­sued a char­tered course now trem­ble with each mighty thun­der crash; sad vic­tims of capri­cious na­ture’s force, their phan­tom forms re­vealed in light­ning’s flash. Sur­round­ing all, in­vin­ci­ble, the ocean hurls dev­as­tat­ing break­ers to­wards shore; cur­rents, winds and tides in con­stant mo­tion en­sure supremacy of ocean law. A rain­bow arcs be­hind the rusty hulls, which shield the shore and face the chang­ing seas. Over­head the gen­tle cry of gulls is car­ried on the gen­tle evening breeze.

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