Going To Sea
- Underway
Batten down hatches,
Engine order telegraph...
Clangs full steam ahead.
- Crossing The Bar
Gray sky’s foreboding,
Waves crashing over the bow...
The steal womb shudders.
- Making Way
The days grow longer,
As gulls climb on the fresh breeze...
Betwixt and between.
- Arrival
Red, right, returning,
Tugs hasten our arrival...
Heaving lines are thrown.
...(fall, winter, spring, summer)
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