The Prize by Kimberly Patterson Like it was a child’s plaything Tossed about in a tub filled with water, The tiny vessel hit the huge wave With a shuddering crash. Howling winds and riotous water Threatened to sink the small boat. The sailor, all drenched and cold, Fought valiantly to steer His precious cargo through the storm. Another wave hit the boat; It swept the sailor off his feet. About to drown, he caught glimpse Of a tiny light. He picked himself up, Filled with determination, And stammered over to the wheel. The storm didn’t matter now. His gaze was fixed on the Tiny pulsating light That beckoned him to the safe harbor. 10/26/99 Copyright, 1998 - 2005. All Rights Reserved. http://www.angelfire.com/al3/thecabin The groovy border, button, and bar are courtesy Windy's Web Designs. The great cabin graphic is courtesy Microsoft's Design Gallery Live.