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Should the travels be as thought
Or even if they are as sought
With danger they may be fraught

So we set sail for the beauty northward
Always accompanied by a shorebird
Then our course it was altered
As the cyclone blew, it never faltered

The destination was now different
Cruise companions became beligerent
Upset travellers, there were many
To avoid them we were ready

Of cyclones and Mother Nature
There are no forces that are greater
Than those imagined by our creator

So the weather became our curator
Forced to travel south again
We still encountered pelting rain
I wish we could travel by plane

Will not make the mistake again

© Hamish McKenna