I wrote a poem a few years ago about sailing, and I thought I would republish it for anyone who hasn't seen it before. Hope you enjoy it.
Sailing by Wendy Sears
Sails raised high in the hope of a breeze
Ropes pulled taught over winches and sheaves
Anchor on board in a rattle and hum
Decks washed clear of the seaweed and scum
The wind fills in with a breath and a sigh
The sails lift up, billow into the sky
Movement is felt with a sway and a shake
A chuckle and swish, tell-tale signs of a wake
Weaving our way through boats anchored nearby
Searching for freedom, clear water, clear sky
We are off! We are free! Escape is at hand
We steer for horizon, away from the sand
A rhythm, a tempo builds in our course
Our yacht gallops onward, a thoroughbred horse
Dolphins, playfully dance in our wake
Gannets come diving, giving their catch a shake
Our yacht gallops onward, a bit in her mouth
Heading for havens north, east, west or south
Our anchorage is sighted at end of day
We slow our steed gently, and enter the bay
A choice spot is chosen, with room for escape
The anchor is lowered, rattle and scrape
Sails furled and covered, ropes stowed high and dry
Time to relax and gaze at the sky
Tomorrow we sail once again if we dare
To ride out the wind and the waves without care
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