SETTING SAIL

 

Though you have been

A fair wind

Billowing my sails

My heart still craves

New shores

To beach my skiff upon

And it aches

For fresh new lands

Beneath my feet

So I must go

For you deserve better

And it would not

Be fair on you

If I were to settle

For my first port of call

THE LEADER TOUCHED A BUOY

 

The leader touched a buoy

During the course of race,

When he got to the shore

His mother slapped his face

DAYS OUT ON THE WATER

 

Days out on the water

Windswept with rime

Watery sunshine above a

Putty coloured sea

As I sailed the estuary

With dad at the helm