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Air of Autumn

The sailor starts his adventure, and the sea accepts his overture. Birds flock in flight as a multiple sum, while the vessel acts like a lost drum. The ocean is his unstable map, and the waves continue to clap. The chef races around the boat, catching a cup of wind to stay afloat. His eyes flicker like amber flames, as he remembers nature's games. Now, he becomes part of the sky. His boat, a wooden cloud ready to fly. Dedicated to my father Blaize Cooke September 30th 1938 to February 1st 2010 He sailed from San Diego with a crew to Hawaii in the 1960s.

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Date: 6/27/2016 8:06:00 PM
Well done! This poem is a true masterpiece. :)
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Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date: 6/27/2016 10:44:00 PM
Hello Elsie! Thank you for your kind and lovely feedback! I really appreciate it very much! Best to you! :)