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