Thursday, March 27, 2014

March Sailing


MARCH SAILING

It started out a lovely day
March breezes softly blew.
I pulled my sailboat to the lake
my wife the only crew.

But as we launched, clouds drifted in
cool wind began to gust.
It was my crewmate’s first assist
some training was a must.

My boat was small with open hull
no keel, just centerboard.
I turned her bow into the wind
set sail and ran from shore.

She heeled to starboard on a reach
my wife was seated there.
The gunnels touched the water line
her eyes were wide with fear.

The water finally breached the side
and roused her from the trance.
She crossed the hull and glared at me
with malice in her glance.

I took the hint and made for port
riding with the wind.
I’d have to find another crew

or sail alone again.

Dennis Price

4 comments:

  1. Doesn't it just seem as if I sit here waiting for you to post?

    Okay. I loved this poem because, though my husband knows nothing of sailing, my brother-in-law does and has taken me and my sister on a number of wild rides across the lake. Thank heavens those days are gone. It either took years from my life or it kick started my heart making me good to go for another while.

    Fun poem! Brave wife! Smart wife!

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  2. We traded ours in for a motorcycle. Pappy

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  3. I can just picture Be Be giving you The Look. *lol* I think the trade for the motorcycle was a good move. ~:)

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