| THE BOAT...another story that was sent to me anonymously...I didn't particularly like the ending so i took a bit of poetic license and changed it just a tad!! The author of the original story is unknown, but the rhyme is mine....hope you enjoy it!! |
The service that evening was totally packed As crowded as crowded could be Ushers searched in vain for any unused seat But not even one could they see As the pastor approached the oak pulpit Signaling the service had begun He said “I must make an announcement About what is scheduled to come! It is my pride to introduce to you A very dear, very close friend of mine And have him speak to all of you here Tonight while we still have the time” At that, an elderly gentleman Who’d been seated at the end of a row Gingerly stood up and began making his way Towards the pastor…his gait was quite slow The old man looked at the faces, all waiting Saying, “I have a story to tell you all It is a true one, of that I am sure Not a myth or some tale wild and tall Once there was a loving father Who had three daughters and a single son The boy was his father’s shadow And clearly his favorite one! One summer day, the father contrived To take his son and one other boy Down to the shore for a day on the boat The youngsters were both overjoyed! They’d been best friends since grade school And now that they were both in their teens They were still inseparable, still best of friends Sharing everything, their hopes and their dreams The weather was perfect as they sailed along The ocean was smooth and quite calm Until out of nowhere storm clouds sprang up Thunder peals sounding loud as a bomb! The wind became savage as it tossed the small boat And whipped the waves into towering walls The lightning was fierce and relentless As the strong rains pelted them all! Continued >> |
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