Albert Blighs Magic Boathouse
This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a house high in a tree.
Albert had a bigger dream, you see
and wanted to sail the seven seas.
Through the world, he did roam;
seeking a perfect ocean home.
Albert couldn’t afford a boat,
an artist poor, he stayed broke.
But dreams still came to him at night
and he envisioned things just right.
He mixed his paints with oh, such glee,
for a special boathouse, he’d soon see.
Upon that Oceanside sky of blue,
a boathouse, Albert painted true.
It hung there like a magic beacon,
he completed it in summer’s season.
That night he dreamt of sailing far;
for he had never owned a car.
When morning came Albert was surprised,
for right there, before his aging eyes;
up in the sky hung his houseboat;
beneath was water and it did float!
A ladder he placed by its’ side,
and inside it, he did climb.
He sailed away on heavenly seas;
his longing truly was appeased.
Now if you see a painted ship,
sailing by beside a blimp,
know that it’s magic, that you espy;
the magic boathouse of Albert Bligh.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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