Poetry Example

Please enjoy this following poem by Annie Kass:
The Storm
Under gloomy gray skies hanging low
I pulled on my oilskins and climed into the wooden skiff.
I was skeptical;
you were not.
It'll clear up, you assured me.
So off we set.

Before even the first trap was hauled,
rain began to trickle down our cheeks
and onto the orange rubber of the oilskins.
Within a few traps
it was streaming from the sky,
lashing onto our bowed heads.

Trap after trap we hauled,
and I did my jobs mechanically as we collected our booty:
mottled brown and green lobsters.
The dog bounded along the seaweedy rocks, trying to keep up with us.
Water sloshed over the stern of the open boat.
I shivered beneath my hood.

We pulled into the dock
with numb faces and frozen fingers.
I met my black dog under the trees on the shore
and with stiff hands tried to unbuckle my soaked life vest
as we walked to the boat shop at the top of the hill,
as the rain poured down on the blue-gray ocean.

-Annie Kass