Nestling in the harbour
at the yacht club yesterday
a jolly pretty sailboat
I espied whilst on my way
So I made a little detour
across the Adur Ferry Bridge
so that I could take a photo
as a special privilege
A ship is out there sailing
I can’t see it but it’s there
Out upon the ocean waves
of me, it’s unaware
And yet a synergy akin
we share both it and I
Affinity with ocean wide
as both go passing by
Sailed several oceans
then came home for a rest
as the ocean of home
is always the best
For it’s here that my heart
with the sea that I know
will always stay true
wherever I go
Sailing into Venice
is there a better way?
I certainly cannot think of one
on this this lovely warm Monday
The sunrise golden in the east
The sky an azure blue
As slowly through the islands
we sail to this fine view
You own a holy fork with seven tines.
The winged lion of Saint Michael meets with you
at the marina every Monday through Friday in the form of the sea. You say
that whatever is out there is in the little things,
and is not concerned with money or fame or how much you know.
You say to understand I must watch the grass grow:
It performs this one single act its whole life. See?
Anticipation is
a marvellous thing
especially when coupled
with enjoyment to bring
I’ll give you example
in these few words here
of something that’s bound
to bring lots of cheer
From the beach today I saw a ship
a long way out to sea
Out there in the channel
it was calling out to me
It bade me come and join it
as it steamed to warmer lands
But alas I sadly shook my head
as I stood there on the sands
Tall master in the Albert dock
at rest on Merseyside
I wonder where her keel has been
in oceans far and wide
Her rigging whistling in the wind
sails tied down and furled
She’s keeping that a secret
from an unenlightened world
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