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Poetry By: Tango

Tags: Wind, Waves, Water

Water singing against the hull.

Submitted:Aug 27, 2007    Reads: 90    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Oh to be sailing over the sea,
hull down, with the shore on the lee.
Hearing the sound of water dashing past the hull,
and the mournful cry of a ravenous gull.
Pitting ones skills against natures wiles,
not another soul in sight, for miles, and miles.
Then come the end of the day,
dropping anchor in a small secluded bay.
Relaxing in the cockpit, supping a drink,
watching the sun, as below the horizon it doth slowly sink.



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