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Saturday, May 14, 2011


Boats, magic in themselves
Pushing into the wind
Lee awash, much sail up
A joy rare to experience.

Wandering down the bay
Wings a–gulled,
Every square of sail spread out
Easy for you; a lazy time.

Wind and rain screaming
across the boat. Wet through;
Eyes squinted tight, barely seeing
A little apprehensive.

At a mooring on the bay,
Friends, pleasant times
Sun streaming, sails tied
Other boats around.

Overnight, further up the coast
A strange harbour,
Raining, the hatch leaks,
No sleep; but secure at anchor

The joy of it all,
Out to sea
Fair weather, cloudless sky
Following winds, coming home.

1 comment:

  1. Ahhh, brings back memories of sailing the Sydney Harbor with you old salt. Much happiness and wonderful, warm memories.