Flying High
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We were out on our yacht for the long weekend.
We boated in luxury until Monday did descend.
Lake Winnipesaukee provided a spectacular view.
My father-in-law Frank, and our two dogs made up our crew.
Our chow dog Molly particularly loved the boat.
She drew a cheering crowd when we were afloat.
We set off with the blue skies, and a refreshing breeze.
My husband Dave navigated the big boat with ease.
We rode for about an hour until we picked our spot
To anchor and swim, as it was getting hot!
We stayed there swimming and enjoying the time,
When I noticed a parasailer starting to climb.
I was enthralled with the parasailing sight,
And wanted to experience a flight.
We motored over to the parasail boat,
And before you know it that was all she wrote.
I was 200 feet in the air, flying like a bird.
I was euphoric, and my joy could be heard.
When I came down from cloud nine,
Frank became a believer that parasailing was divine.
Looking back now, we shouldn’t have entertained the thought.
Frank was eighty years old, and disaster could have been brought.
But Frank had decided, and they hooked up his harness.
We prayed all would go well, and be harmless.
His Dad slowly ascended toward the azure skies.
This was an old man that was flying high!
He soared like an eagle high above the lake,
Then returned smiling, proving he had what it takes!
Your Very Best Rhyme Contest
Brenda Chiri sponsor
6/9/17
Awarded third place
Copyright © Brenda Mcgrath | Year Posted 2017
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