A Poem

Sailing The Seven Seas

Hold on tight to your britches

Sailing on the seven seas

We set sail for the far distant clouds

The wind in our sails, those billowing shrouds,

Waving back at the tweets from the bellowing crowds

On the beach

As we hauled to the left

With movements so deft

The warp and weft

Of the cotton sheets placed us far out of reach.

The sound of the splashing

Of silver fish flashing

The wind with its lashing

The waves came crashing

The old ropes thrashing

And I was left without speech.

With the mainsail full

Up came the hull

We got carried along to the sound of a gull

That was crying on the wind.

I stood on the prow

Good lord knows how

The boat cut like a plough

And we were flying as I grinned.

On the crest of a wave

The excitement we craved

Left us feeling so brave

We were frying in the sun like fish finned.

A day of sailing, hailing and bailing

Around on the deck of a small boat flailing

Left me crying out loud, weeping and wailing

To head back to the crowd on the beach and dry land.