The Song of the Sumicles My Boat
Almost weightlessly you glide across the waves,
with the wind our friend and foe.
Using nature as the power of our ways,
hoping the waves stay low.
The mast cracks and screeches,
when the wind shows her fury.
Then you wish for beaches.
SUMICLES my boat you are anything but dreary.
Copyright © Tristan Tupper | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment